TRACKS

I took a walk, took a turn, went around the bend

Saw my life burn with the summer's end

And unconscious rendered, I just watched the ember

Then I took all this venom, filled up my pen

I've got a lot to give but nothing to lend

Watch on my wrist, I'm still late again

With enemies like this, who needs a friend?

Man, I throw them away with the sticks and stems

I write a letter, then I stamp and I stick and send

I was banged up, now I'm on the mend

I'm back in it, back on it, addicted crack chronic

My tonic, never long it on the bonnet cause it just hit

In the morning looking rustic, take a sip

Take a hit, plus this it'll lick

Met this chick, she was fit, I was pissed, hit-or-miss

I'mma try it, what's the odds, chances? Multiply it

I'mma start a riot, steam, roast, fry it

Dry it, smoke it, losing my focus

Hocus pocus, I'm a wizard with the potion

Roll in slow-motion, I know that they're hoping

For Casso to return again

Writing so much that I burnt the pen, but when, where

Were you when the sun went down?

Sunlight killed off by the darkest cloud

And there's rain falling down on my parade

And every day it just fades to grey

And I fade to black, try to relax and sit back

But in fact, every time, I'm stopped in my tracks

Stopped in my tracks

But it's the same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old act

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

When the streetlights go out, this a whole different place

Can hear the people talking but can't see their face

They don't like me, they're gonna try get to my case

Shouted to me, he gonna put me in my place

Now I'm running, sweating, the odds against me

Are getting slimmer, so I'm [?] from the scene

Of corrupt man and teens

Who wanna take out my two front teeth

**** me up or get me, ow

Well, I'm effing and blinding, I'm fed up, done trying

**** off, I ain't crying, no, I ain't lying

No Big Issue for me today

I ain't buying, quit whining and finding myself

Afraid it's bad health

One day I hope to earn myself a bit of nice wealth

Cause maybe I'm ****** in the head like Henry Lee

Lucas, serial mass murderer

Send me your mixtape, I probably ain't heard of ya

See a man's want of crime for structure

Probably ****** up, young mother, no father

I figure, smoke another ciga

Don't worry about your arms, the flab makes you look a bit bigger

Trigger-happy teen when it came to c*****g

Now he's chasing kids around like supermarket running

Where's your future at, shopping for young sons at Gap?

Maybe should've put a johnny on the end of your tat

But it's the same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old act

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks

The same old train, the same old tracks

A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks