On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome [bad word] off, who wants some
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard

On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome [bad word] off, who wants some
I see them long hard times [bad word] 
Verse 1:
My life is ill son... prepared to kill son
paradox of pain, baby; it's real son
Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya
But if you're feeling tuff dog, I [bad word] all challengers
Aint got no family, you see there's one of me
Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me
I'm [bad word] at the world, but I aint looking for trouble
I might crack a grin, I aint looking to hug you
Think about it, nobody wants to die [bad word] to this game son, I'm justified
I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on [bad word] The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun
This journey's too long, I'm looking for some answers
So much time stressing, I forget the questions
I fear no man, you don't want no problems 'B'
Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me
 [bad word] 
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome [bad word] off who wants some
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome [bad word] off, who wants some
I see them long hard times [bad word]