Brad Bishop - LONELY ROAD Lyrics

Sometimes I get tired of living life in the street, yeah
But I'm sick and tired of being hungry, let's eat, yeah
Working can't retire, I'm trying not to be beat, yeah
Tired of taking losses, I'm bossing up, can't you see, yeah
Everyone that doubted me, crowding me, time to leave, yeah
Don't care if you're proud of me, probably want some cheese, yeah
I miss all the days when these people called me for me, yeah
It's a lonely road for the dough, leave it to me, yeah
For the Benji Franklins, we all have the deepest passion
With the homies skipping classes, now we chiefin' gasses
In the bando, then we hit the stove and get to snackin
The weed ain't why I'm hungry, I don't need a napkin
Tryna feed the masses, more knowledge than the deepest classes
My pain's a leaking bandage, you can see the damage
In these children reeking havoc
Making choices that they see as actions
With no consequence
First week after graduation, I got locked up
Same week this girl from my high school got knocked up
Same week a homie from the hood got shot up
Same week this other dude became a drug monster
We not even old enough to drink, but we drinkin' with our lives
You see it in our eyes, the same lost look
We ain't never had a guide
Highway to hell and the mileage gettin' high
Living fast until we die, damn
Sometimes I get tired of living life in the street, yeah
But I'm sick and tired of being hungry, let's eat, yeah
Working can't retire, I'm trying not to be beat, yeah
Tired of taking losses, I'm bossing up, can't you see, yeah
Everyone that doubted me crowding me, time to leave, yeah
Don't care if you proud of me, probably want some cheese, yeah
I miss all the days when these people called me for me, yeah
It's a lonely road for the dough, leave it to me, yeah
All I see is death in the eyes of these hitters
Roll another up and see the stone man shooting Like that high school students
Suicides in the scriptures
We kill ourselves with the choices
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm facing life
They say time is money, God, why you make me pay the price
The way I'm living, think the reaper gonna take my life
From a 9-5 to a 9-5, times going 9-5 high
On the I-9-5, dialing 9-5-4
I need 9-5 more, almost got us on the drive home
But I got a heater for a pig that needs dry clothes
I do this with my eyes closed like living with a blindfold
Sometimes I get tired of living life in the street, yeah
But I'm sick and tired of being hungry, let's eat, yeah
Working can't retire, I'm trying not to be beat, yeah
Tired of taking losses, I'm bossing up, can't you see, yeah
Everyone that doubted me crowded me, time to leave, yeah
Don't care if you proud of me, probably want some cheese, yeah
I miss all the days when these people called me for me, yeah
It's a lonely road for the dough, leave it to me, yeah