I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen-hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the

I've already been there, done that And I'm done with you messing with my mind The last time was the last time, baby I can only change who I am so much, And all I can give is all my love And my love ain't never been enough I ain't, I ain't coming back So

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

With you here, I am home But here won't last too long The hardest love is when you're gone, no Keep running back to the last time Tell me everything’s in you baby And all your welcoming words never phase me Your hazy, welcoming eyes were my safety Tell

But I thank you for the love I need today I'm sorry for the love you lost today I'd like to try to forget the times Have changed and we all live and die Plastic soldiers I just want to sleep with a smile tonight I don't want to talk about the hungry

The time has come to Make a difference Raise our voices So rise up and fight with me Embrace what we have It might be the last time In this life we will rise If we find the strength to unify Rise inside

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter One last time for us to go higher Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid And even with all your bars you couldn't