Da Leper King - Road ahead (unremastered) Lyrics

There's a road ahead of me
There's a different mode in the head of me
There's a road ahead of me
There's a different mode in the head of me
There's a different mode in the head of me

Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines
It's a long road with short times
God will keep me from going over the deadlines
When I'm done he'll give me the last blood-red signs

Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines
It's a long road with short times
God will keep me from going over the deadlines
When I'm done he'll give me the last blood-red signs

(He'll give me the last bloodred signs)

Whether it's a dirt road or a street
In mud six feet deep
In a roll-cage Jeep
Or a Cali corner cliff bestowed far steep
He is the one who will fix and tow me cheap
He towed crashed loads of cars like truckloads of sheep
We break the law he bode; we're still all to keep

Thou can die in the sea where an eye port
If there weren't last signs of my Lord there would be no meaning of any kind or sort
Whether you die or commit crime on this road you will still face thy court
Airplane or airport
You better ride safe 'cause departs cut mine short
That's who I need his support

Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines
It's a long road with short times
God will keep me from going over the deadlines;
When I'm done he'll give me the last blood-red signs

Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines
It's a long road with short times
God will keep me from going over the deadlines
When I'm done he'll give me the last bloodred signs

For all the laws broke forever in a cage I will be
So he bails me out of prison there's no fee
When souls are bought back they are free
Sounds of my record people do or don't hear or see
There will still be a buzz in my ear like a bee
In regret I only fall to one knee
They can't see the orange suit there will still be
A chain stuck on my skin like a flea
Turn the bars to an anchor at sea
Like white people in Boston spilling the tea
Gossiping about thee

I know it's hard when the waves get heavy in your hardship
You get scarred you fall on your face and hard slip
Like this car you lose control on a road trip
On this trail you fall and stumble in a puddle of blood drip
Whether I break down or the car flip
I'd still get up and I'll speak tongue with a cleft lip

On this dark road ahead there's snow that's bright
I see in sight I gotta fight I'm running to where I see a light
I look at the snow dripping blood on the snow that's white
If demons get in the way I'll kill them with the words I write
And the demons crawl and bite
The mask protecting my face like an orthodox knight

I got Jesus on my right; that's why the demons to me left
Satan locks my wrist with chains in theft
In chains my strong hands deft
I'm be-left
In chains I pray with my hands cleft
I won't sell my soul too bereft

You'll remember thoughts down death ave like a bird past caw
In this road you think of years in a day from what you last saw
Thoughts in your head you try to draw
You look through the hay from what could be your last straw
On this last road you remember things in awe
The times you broke the law
And instead of love in yourself instead you see a broke flaw

Sometime on this slick road you gotta shut off sport mode
Slipping is eerie in the slip; eerie slope
Feels pretty but the glare ice is white like dope
The snow white like the Pope
Snow ain't right with a blood soak
Don't let the bars slide over your head like hotel soap
Is it a sharp pain or a choke?
Your head pokes through the windshield you got glass around your neck it's a rope
Now it's the last stop sign; there's blood all over the black coat

On this dark road ahead there's snow that's bright
I see in sight I gotta fight I'm running to where I see a light
On this dark road ahead there's snow that's bright
I see in sight I gotta fight I'm running to where I see a light
I see that light I see that light
I gotta fight I see that light