Language Arts Crew - On My Way lyrics

[Intro] Why can't I have all my friends be on our way Plus we got up in these evils ourselves [Verse 1 – Benny Medicina] Ourselves I found out doing the wrong, thinking I wanna really. How does that affect right now? Hands up in the front, we run rampant through these days like Charlie Chaplin No matter what's happening. I keep on running from my problems, I don't ever catch ‘em I try to reconnect these pieces but they don't match up And so I hit the bottle. And then I hit the road Maybe I see you tomorrow, maybe at the next show San Diego, Seattle, Denver, and home And it don't make sense to own the life that we know [Chorus x2 – Roch] On my way Won't be coming back I'll be gone And you'll be missing my face Caught up in some evil ways… (Some evil ways…) [Verse 2 – Clint Westwood] Off like a single man living fast. Took a chance on it Gone with the jingle of the keys from the pants pocket Scam artist, smoke signal act artist Grand providence, plant arsonist living off the last harvest Plot target, Madmartigan sparring, vomit [?] the hardest, charging y'all into garbage Through this hopeless town. If you don't know this now You gonna choke and drown to this Old Kid sound [Verse 3 – Ex-I] Rise and shine I'm ‘bout to get right with mine Stretch my limbs while the dim light shines sublime And I'm feeling rejuvenated. Time to climb Up out a bed with a clouded head and write some rhymes I sleep with a pad beside me and a pen in my fist Open the door and hit my slum block, step in the mist You can catch me at the bus stop whistling this And I'll be gone ‘til I never leave a kiss on her lips [Chorus x2 – Roch] On my way Won't be coming back I'll be gone And you'll be missing my face Caught up in some evil ways… (Some evil ways…) [Verse 4 – Input] I set the bar high along with prevalence Another bar flies, sipping on benevolence I find a hard time mixing my developments With stalemate rebellions and unproductive elements I built my own path dealing with recurrences Of over-an*lytical critics and their disturbances Amidst the urgency to separate the dead weight I stood atop the ashes with the bones up on my dinner plate [Verse 5 – Rehab Hymn] Walking the path without talking the trash Patiently stalking these [?] while my pockets are strapped Seeking an easy meal like an eagle with its beak broken Keep hoping these new cities will provide enough love to keep moving No pain, no brain, no sustaining cuts and bruises Fade us out at the end. Take me away to trumpet music Instead of choosing between two fake sides I choose cruising through state lines, proving I'm not of a sane mind [Chorus x2 – Roch] On my way Won't be coming back I'll be gone And you'll be missing my face Caught up in some evil ways… (Some evil ways…)