Larro Wannah - Road Is Long lyrics

Yo ride with me on this one That outlaw sh** Rather die than be a slave ain't afraid of the master's whip I spit graphic, my style like an acid trip This sh**'s ma**ive, ama** with malevolence Swore to never settle, been breaking levels ever since Intelligence that can rebel the thoughts of what genetic pedigrees are intellectually taught I sought reverie but I never see a wink of sleep Making puddles of the pools that you take it deep Keep your medals I don't revel in the public praise I stay above it while you covet its beloved rays Pay a publicist, nah I can't f** with this Stuck in a spot, like a cop tryna cuff my wrists Suffer this, self-therapy proven Amusing our selves to d**h until were terribly ruined Doing my best, destroying Heresy's movement I just wanna be extraordinarily human I used to give two sh**s if them shoes fit Would rock em like two bricks And walk the ocean floor sporting new kicks Was too sick, a lunatic who used to spit outrageous My doctor's last words was “I think it's not contagious” Maybe I shouldn't say this but I made these chickens fidget, at 18, I would've hit midgets for having digit Busting on bu*terflies or the tattoo of a lizard Visit ya little cult and beat the pulp out of your gizzards Accustomed to gutter flies when their thighs are looking vivid Looked inside her eyes and realized I shouldn't hit it Committed blasphemous self evil frenzy of my stress gets hazardous to my health My alter ego sends me d**h threats And then lets me stumble in a hole it put before me Destroying my own soul and even Coal tried to warn me But I am form thee stormy sky as thunder claps loud Spirit of bitter wind that rocked the shroud of a black cloud So act proud I'll piss acid rain on your harvest Regardless of what you're backed plowed, I'll still spit the hardest Starving artist, you will never know the hunger As winter rapes the land we trek across frozen tundra With the force of Odin's thunder under red sky With head high My soul's melody plays along when the dead cry Coal's a Jedi to defy the emporor My heart wants peace but my soul was sent for war I'm meant for more, but never saw myself as something Plus it never helped that I felt it's all for nothing It's sure disgusting that my lust for a s*ut only truly feels disgusting after busting a nut But I trust in my gut to put the joke behind me And it's funny cause I wrote most of this in the 90's So listen up kindly took this to define me Finally no longer pissed the road exists to remind me The road is long, know the code of holding on Singing a soldier's song till I'm cold and gone Cause life's a b**h and reality's twice as sick Bled my life for this, seeking righteousness See what I might've missed Metamorphosis, source of the pandemonium Plutonium fans when rants expand the podium I'm only one man, still stand I never lost in this Claw through the underground, should've found a better coffin lid Orphanage of sound, play ground of abandoned dreams I seem tortured, exhausted by the rancid schemes I seem lost in it, metamorphic dross abyss So piss off, getting tossed in abortion pits So switch off this emotional drought No longer out for the clout or promotional routes Ima grouch on the couch in a house I can't afford to own I'm home-bored in a morgue of my mortgage loan I've grown towards the discord that implore my d**h I test the limits like I never had a minute to rest The best in it with ambivalent dividends If it ends in amends to transcend to the river's end Deliver them to the pits of despair Where the nightmare exists in the midst of your lair If it's lifting your hair, you should prepare for the poltergeist Ghost of the culture, before their soul was sold for ice There's no advice that I might even entertain Insane agenda, mind bender came to blender your brain You change your gender to tender magenta center Entering hell a b**h f**ed with dicks till you can't remember The clan flenser Censor what I say in a mic Ignite embers for the ventures of my way at night I stay blight tryna smite what these mammals make I make examples, what I handle makes the anvil break I'm hate-ample ima mantle every head I chop I'm not a person that's for working in a dead-end job Instead I'll rob from the opulence bank Be thankful theres still air despair the oxygen tank The optimum rank to go the length of the gambit Jammin it deep into these sheeps like their branded Expand the technique till it reached every sheltered isle Sweltered miles facing hells that'll melt your smile I held a child I aborted in distorted dreams Drawn and quartered eyes watered at contorted screams Streams boarded every side of my citadel bars Martyr the heart that was marked by invisible scars A hard physical bombarded individual Pitiful charter for the harbor of the miserable Formidable starver, to barter what I atone from One for the road song, long and its lonesome