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LOST
CHORUS
I don’t know where I’m goin’,
…but hopefully
I’ll dig my way outta this depression
the truth will set me free
I don’t know where I’m goin’,
I’m…lost in lies
and I can’t find the time to live my life…
VERSE I
in life, there’s no instructional manual and no guide,
so I just hop in my ride and just drive
and when I approach the next intersection
left, right, or straight – those are my only questions
I try not to look back, although I do sometimes
my roots are grounded…planted deep inside
to envision where you’re goin’, you gotta know where you been
to keep that positive vibe around you, hold on to true friends
and I wish I could say that that’s all that you needin’,
but it ain’t, in this journey, there’s not standard procedures
it’s all gamble, no leisure, no cuttin’ slack in this region
random visual seizures, can’t get mad, just get even
I’m breakin’ ground ‘til I’m leavin’, no matter what the season
the reason…I’ve gone too far to be seated
been a decade plus and runnin’, still ain’t made no money,
but I’m in top gear, and I know my time is coming!
CHORUS
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CLEANSED IN DIRT
CHORUS TEASER
trust me…I wanna be free,
but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be
trust me…I wanna be free,
but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be
VERSE I
I’ve tried…to see…the world the way you see it
there’s a big ball of guilt – there’s a big ball of guilt
but vertigo leaves my vision blurred and tainted
there’s a big ball of guilt built – there’s a big ball of guilt built
…I thrive on obsession – it is no secret
there’s a big ball of guilt built up – there’s a big ball of guilt built up
while my imbalance leaves my head full, but I’m still speechless
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in – there’s a big ball of guilt built up in
…these addictive manic episodes’ll be the death of me
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my – there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my
like a fiend I’m needing, like a fiend I’m needing, like a fiend I’m needing the needle of negativity
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest - there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest
VERSE II
I’ve tried to kill it with pills, I’ve tried to drown it by drinkin’
both of those routes failed, what the hell was a thinkin’
I’m an educated man – I know it hurts
when you try to flirt with the pain, but instead, you make it worse
main course was depression cleansed in dirt
hesitate for a second – have remorse for dessert
don’t forget about…that appetizer of guilt
that started this mess – a past filled with filth
and I’ve begged for forgiveness to diminish my sins
and I’ve pledged to have my blemishes be finished within,
but that don’t erase the places I know I have been
at the end of an amazing graceful race, I’ll find
myself there again, interrogating friends
with a pad and a pen and a bottle of gin,
which is my next of kin, taking it on the chin
knowing I can’t, but pretending I can win
I give in…I think they call that compromising
a trend in relationships – I call it lying
make-believing you’re happy with your life,
but inside…you’re on a steady decline
not too below the surface, you’re runnin’ behind
chasin’ truth like it’s an object that YOU have designed
in a mind-numbing project, your roots are alive
with Robert Johnson in the deck, the blues have revived
something that you love…from something that you hate
debate it all you want…I know that it’s fake
an illusion of a memory you didn’t enjoy
now that it’s in the past, you wanna play with it like a toy
never happy in the moment, but remembering it as perfect
the very thought of it…makes me shaky, anxious, and nervous
…the conclusion I’ve come to
it’s better to fake happiness than to try to resolve your issues
…so instead of being an actor with surprises,
…I’ve become a master of disguises
Fade Out…so instead of being an actor with surprises,
…I’ve become a master of disguises
…so instead of being an actor with surprises,
…I’ve become a master of disguises
…so instead of being an actor with surprises,
…I’ve become a master of disguises
…so instead of being an actor with surprises,
…I’ve become a master of disguises
CHORUS
there’s a deep dark part of me that’s been buried in a hole
Lord knows that I’ve tried to let it go
the more I try to repress, the more it tries to progress
the less attention I give it, the more it grows
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest
there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest
trust me…I wanna be free,
but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be
there’s a deep dark part of me that’s been buried in a hole
Lord knows that I’ve tried to let it go
trust me…I wanna be free,
but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be
the more I try to repress, the more it tries to progress
the less attention I give it, the more it grows
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VERSE I
you gotta face it…some folks highlight hatred
‘stead of steppin’ up the stairs, they stuck in the basement
hatin’, waitin’ for somebody to give their life a facelift
…knowin’ damn well that ain’t gone happen
they complain ‘bout how their little world was blackened
in reality…they’re the ones that lost the traction
on the road to success—blamin’ others for regrets
you gamblin’…and you the one that lost the bet
well it’s in your court…YOU dropped the ball
hell, you failed to pick it up so you destined to fall dog
and that ain’t me main—I’m fightin’ to breathe
the Lady of Death came for me twice, but I ain’t leavin'
I’m here for a reason, I see sin and please Him
I will stand strong as long as I’m still breathin’
…grasp absolute truth through all seasons
no gain without pain, so stab me—I’m bleedin’
CHORUS
how low will you go…
to get as high as you can be?
VERSE II
I woke down, not up, which is usually the case
eyes open, already hustlin’, runnin’ life’s race
gotta do this, gotta do that cause life don’t stop
for you to catch up, with your luck, you do dirt, you get caught
watch…one thing after another, you’re smothered
death comes in threes…first your homie, now your grandmother
you’re guessin’ one more’s on the way—you strugglin’
hope for the best, but expect that the worst is comin’
karma’s catchin’ up with me…my past is resurfacing
and I must confess the stress is almost leaving me grieving
the next person that pushes me must be craving a beating
having visions of negativity—leaving them bleeding
still I take a deep breath, focus on the next step
keep my head to the sky and my eyes on the prize
and when I remember I gotta crib…and food in the fridge
I paint a smile on my face and continue to live—that’s real…
CHORUS
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VERSE I
(GOAT)
feelin' so lifted, lil' bit twisted
GT status - talented and gifted
wild and wicked, mixed with liquid
somewhere in between clean-cut and misfit
(JackRabbit James)
mess with the best kid, elements of Texas
big, bad, and wreckless - hectic
from import to domestic, all types of ethnics
we wreck with perfection, so catch it
(Kilo Art-of-Fact)
como se llama - she don't even know my real name,
but she wanna buy me a shot, this one's a real dame,
so I took it, Patron, get in the bloodstream
then another one came and took me upstream
CHORUS
these people don't know me, but they keep buyin' me shots
these people wanna tell me how my crew just blew up the spot
it's impolite to turn 'em down, but I know I should stop
these people don't know me, but they keep buyin' me shots
VERSE II
(Kilo Art-of-Fact)
here we go again - who wanna buy me a beer
could someone from the rear bring a Heineken up here
let's be clear - I don't like to drink and steer,
but I'm gonna drink cause my designated driver's here
(GOAT)
cheers...the DD's right here
the only time I drink and drive is on my John Deere
yep, we from Texas - hillbilly hop
no mas tequila...slide me the scotch
(JackRabbit James)
hey ladies...we the bomb and sh!t
from the end of the shot to no call again
appalled with him? naw, we drunk and still pros wit it
cold flows, still ya moanin', I'm gone wit it
CHORUS
VERSE III
(Kilo Art-of-Fact)
I gotta buzz...and now I'm fallin' in love
with the chick at the bar who just asked for a hug
I keep it playa though - what it dookie, I'm throwed
straight from Dallas, Texas, smoke a blunt and I'm gone
(JackRabbit James)
shoot...'bout to disappear like fumes
drunk and loose, juiced up to puke
hands up, yeah, we on one, stand up, be strong son
drink gone, I'm wasted, how 'bout you?
(GOAT)
absolute truth, that is, feelin' so lit
I'll act an idiot, but please don't trip
Donkie Monkie's in motion - miles from home
Southern Elements Tour - we out like puuuune...
CHORUS
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AIN’T FELT NOTHIN’
CHORUS
I see your lips movin’, but I ain’t hear nothin’
I heard you makin’ moves, but I ain’t seen nothin’
you got a lil’ buzz, but I ain’t felt nothin’
I ain’t seen, I ain’t heard, I ain’t felt nothin’
I ain’t seen, I ain’t heard, I ain’t felt nothin’
Grades Of Absolute Truth’s in the booth whisperin’ a lil’ somethin’
Yall ain’t ‘bout nothin’, dude, yall frontin’
VERSE I
my senses must be off – yall ain’t got no taste
you watch T.V. to see what fashion you’ll embrace
lack of originality – invadin’ my space
reach down, grab my shoe, and sock you dead in the face
pff…give me a break, better yet, give me a rake
as I comb through fakes, only few will escape
right before I wage war on the corporate race
pray to the Lord I’ll be respectful at the Industry’s wake
I’ll bury the hatchet, pull a weapon out my mattress
draw up new blue prints full of Grade A tactics
with practice, you drastically less than average
gotta bulletproof plan and…you can’t match it boy
I know at least 10 artists from Dallas
that’ll lyrically slap you stupid-ass cats backwards
let’s be honest – if talent really mattered much,
a few of us wouldn’t have to scrape up change for lunch
CHORUS
VERSE II
I heard you got that truck, heard you got that car
stereo system thumpin’, bumpin’ up and down the boulevard
looks like you got wings when your doors are ajar
20, 000 dollar rims – that paint job is so raw
guaranteed to get pulled over as you leavin’ the par-
king lot behind the bar, now you behind bars
much more money spent on bail to build up your image
that ride looks nice in your garage when your license is suspended
haha, naw dude, I ain’t tryin’ to be funny
it’s just ridiculous how much emphasis you put on money
and I can’t lie, I try hard to break bread
cause I gotta make sure that my family is fed
so instead…of worshippin’ material things
I push positive vibes and live life like a humble human being
when I give a friendly smile, ain’t no grill in my mouth
I’m flossin’ pearly whites, welcome to The Intelligent South
CHORUS
BRIDGE
if you lovin’ what you hearin’ and you feelin’ what I’m doin’
say yesir – yesir
if you lovin’ what you hearin’ and you feelin’ what I’m doin’
say yesir – yesir
sorry to say – you’re too little, too late
p-p-please plead guilty, I am closin’ your case
runnin’ that rat race, even at this calm pace
I hit golden goals, homie, yo, I’m in first place
CHORUS
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SLOW DOWN
VERSE I
we always in a hurry to get where we goin’
‘til somethin’ slows us down and keeps us from glowin’
prevents us from showin’-n-tellin’, inhalin’, exhalin’
watch yo ass or you’ll be beggin’ someone to bail you outta jail, man…
hey…that’s how it usually goes down
walk, jog, run, trip…face down on the ground
wake up and smell the concrete…
why kids gettin’ high huffin’ freon—the answer is beyond me,
but the question rings oh, so clear
I worry about my speed-freak friends, while I’m guzzlin’ a beer
yeah…and then I have a real disturbing realization…
everyone’s addicted to somethin’—ain’t they—face it…
it’s the truth and that’s all I’ll speak
absolute truth, that is, G-O-A-to the T
it’s plain to see…some things are beyond reach
speak up, enounce clearly ‘stead of blurrin’ your speech—take it slow…
CHORUS
wake up and smell the concrete…everyone’s addicted
wake up and smell the concrete…everyone’s addicted to somethin’, ain’t they?
VERSE II
I’ve got more than 1 scar on my face from stupid mistakes
even had to have plastic surgery—stitches didn’t seal my case
and after that, I still take 5 shots of Patron
in a row and not think twice before I drive home alone
at 25 years old—my doc’s tellin’ me—it’s real
got blood work done—liver levels high—I need to chill
at this rate—tolerance steep—could drink a river
in 10 years, my liver’ll be shriveled from liquor
I betta slow down…and take time to smell
some of the agriculture…maybe we’ll live to tell
a lil somethin’ to our children…or maybe someone else’s
make specific distinctions ‘tween Heaven, Earth, and Hell
we gotta fucked-up focus—all ‘bout money,
but what can I say? hunger pains in my tummy
it’s funny…not really—reality sucks
well when you’re not livin’ it right, it sure does
CHORUS
fucked-up focus…I need to chill…tolerance is steep…could drink a river
fucked-up focus…I need to chill…all about money
VERSE III
ay, do me a favor…at least once a day
tell your blood you love ‘em and say it straight to their face
or even through an email, text message, or phone call
death creeps closer every breath…there’s no stalls,
but honestly, I don’t know what I’m preachin’
I betta listen to myself, hell, I’m my own teacher
and you’re your own teacher too…
no body listens to one another, we all seekin’ our own food
we hungry—in this heat, its cold dude
I ain’t say shit, but I told you—shoooot…
and best believe I’ll tell you again
follow your gut feeling and stay close to your kin—slow your roll main…
CHORUS
I ain’t say shit, dude, but I told you…shoot
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DAMN NEAR ON EMPTY
VERSE I
I have a huge problem askin’ other people for help
so I end up tryin’ to take on everything by myself
feel like the world’s against me, hope it’s just in my head
grippin’ the rope of sanity, but hangin’ on by a thread
and if my body is a vehicle for my soul
feel like I can’t make the payments, ‘bout to be repoed
and my tires are worn, interior’s torn
so when my lease is up, I’m afraid that I’ll owe more
that I’m worth and it hurts, could be a curse
so I repel the hella negativity through verse
‘bout outta gas, but I can’t stop
cruisin’ in neutral with the A/C off
sweat’s pourin’ in this Texas heat – could be a flood
made need a pull if I get stuck in the mud
weavin’ in and out of life’s lanes, swervin’ at times
if I get pulled over, sure as hell ain’t walkin’ the line
CHORUS
VERSE II
I usually roll with the punches, but my inspection is out
my engine needs a tune-up, gotta take another route
feelin’ broke down, slowly coastin’ ‘round town
even catch myself complain’ – “your system’s too loud”
I should shut my mouth – feelin’ lost because
I sure as hell ain’t the man that I used to was
’08 was rough – it overflowed to ‘09
to my surprise, multiple medical problems arised
had a headache for 8 months, finally broke down
went to see the doc to get it checked out
probably from stress – maybe from anxiety
did a scan anyways to put my mind at ease
unexpectedly found a lesion on my lobe
referred me to a surgeon, nerves are about to explode
is it AIDS or a tumor – is it plaque from MS?
is it cancer…that’s spread from somewhere else?
MRIs, blood work, co-pays, and consultations
deductibles, yeah, losin’ patience as a patient
not to mention the spinal tap and its side effects
feelin’ like a pin cushion – depressed and stressed
like a tiny pebble popped up, put a crack in my window
my Papa’s at Charlton, so I’m keepin’ it from my kinfolk
pills for the pain, bills pilin’ up
don’t get paid for another month, still won’t have enough
plus paranoia’s gettin’ the best of me
been 2 break-ins in my neighborhood since last week
and the rumor is – one of them ended in sexual assault
ain’t no runnin’ from it, makin’ me sick to my stomach
every time I leave my lady at home alone
havin’ visions of men breakin’ in…and you know
last night both of our cars were broken into
talkin’ to cops is the last thing that I want to do
CHORUS
VERSE III
finally got an alarm installed in the crib
and bought a Sig 9 and some hollow-points to keep by the bed
prayin’ to God I don’t ever have to pull the trigger,
but best believe I will if there’s ever an intruder
haven’t slept well lately – regardless of this
between teaching and the studio, I’m workin’ double-shifts
gotta maintain relationships with family and friends,
but when you’re runnin’ on fumes, you’ve got nothin’ left to give
my loved ones are sayin’ I should see a shrink – wait…
I don’t see the point in that when I can self-medicate
I vent through music to get it off my chest,
but I do realize that I’m blessed…
took a few wrong turns, but that’s how we learn
when you smell the oil burnin’, gotta refuel the furnace
It’s imperative that I restore positive habits
create art with love and watch it blossom into magic
I’ve whined in the past ‘bout the holes in my shoes
‘til I met a man with no feet, gotta lot more to lose
paid my dues – been through plenty
gone from a full tank to damn near on empty
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