Ceschi - Forever 33 lyrics

On the road again Here's an obligatory reference to Kerouac He was eating apple pie in a diner I'm sneezing, sleeping on a rug with cats Still trying to convince myself that exposure will fend away life long allergies While waking puffy eyed as a boxer every other day of the week These songs are spare change signs Under rain Dripping and smudged Near the freeway entrance New Haven Connecticut I - 91 I've gone on a mission From a vicious dickhead God Who loves to torture for fun And I'll die trying to please him This tour will never be done I've gone from point A to point Z From Salt Lake to Dead Sea And I've lost faith in humanity Though I badly want to believe While conscious rappers sample "I have a dream" I'll discuss life with Latin Kings Wondering what freedom means In a cell with junkies detoxing I could really give a sh** about a critical opinion If a CEO can make billions Then the world we know is filth ridden Some of us rock shows to make a living Some of us rock coke to feed our children Some of us flat broke And we all know that the fast food dough won't cover 4 kids' clothes Back on the road Parole let me leave for a week Out of prison but I still can't believe that they locked me for weed Kingpin to the CTPD Cause a rat told them that it was all meant for me If Factor can finish this beat Then the album is close to complete Forever 33 Christ-nice like Ornery Fake Four till I stop breathing Peace