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Hilltop Hoods
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The Hard Road
Lyricist:Barry Francis, Bridges C R, Daniel Smith, Matthew Lambert
Going down the hard road, don't know where I've been We're going down, going down the hard road Don't know where I've been
Growing up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran's dog 'Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to God Though life's road was hard, I was never so lost That I looked for an answer in a medicine box
I never did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked hills Kids with skills still got harassed by the cops till They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up
And bail me out, a failure out once again Next weekend, bailed me out, drunk again And I never will forgive myself For putting you through all that hell
I went from high school dropout to factory laborer Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor To being back on tour, now no stopping me I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography
Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been
I spent my youth like life was cheap The only change that I wanted, was enough to buy a drink Was on a path nowhere, the harder the road The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the load
This school drop out got knocked out, chased by the cops out Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being A dope MC but never lost hope in dreaming
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If I never had bailed, I'd be dead or in jail And man I got no one else to blame I thank my family and music for keeping me sane
But that's the breaks, right? Started working late nights Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus To have to tell my son he nearly never existed
Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been
Dj Debris, c'mon and break it down like
And I speak what I feel in the booth, in the spirit of truth 'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, they mirror my youth And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching
So keep a look out, look up, B ballers keep your hook up Tear a page from my book out and pull out Your finger, put your foot out and keep a lookout For what we put out, the brand new flavor for your cookout
Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been
I'm walking round in circles, came here to find a friend For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love ...
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