I stay walking the woods, getting lost in my thoughts Wondering if this path is the one that I'm 'posed to be on But I do get lost in a daze, way deep back off in my mind And I realize camera flashes really will make you go blind And I'm just blind in a sense, and not the cents that make dollars I'm not gonna go crazy over shit to me that don't really matter Who cares if you got money, shit, dawg, I got money too But when you drop the materialistic shit then who the fuck are you And I'm just strolling through fields call me the phantom of Dixie With the devil creeping behind, always slick, trying to come trick me But I ain't paying attention to the shadows that lurk my back I'm here to be a star and have folks down the road read out my path
He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer Four wheels spinning in the sunset through the night Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded But he always made it home before the light
I grew up with my pawpaw watching reruns of Lonesome Dove Tombstone and Mash, I'd dress up in his cowboy hat some And I grab his guitar and pretend to be Johnny Cash on a stage Just standing in the kitchen when I didn't know how to play And I'm surrounded by snakes but I'm the one with the venom I got the voice of the good people, mainstream won't even listen I can't even get two seconds, shit, I'm the black sheep I guess But I'm gonna conquer these obstacles with the blade at my neck Yeah I stress out so I smoke and Mary Jane picks me up My mind state in the moonlight is something powerful from above So when the full moon cast a beam and the beam is shining on me I guess it's time to hit the stage like the animal I am
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