(New Home, I Walk Alone)
I should have sold my car, flown, and bought a wardrobe,
Now all I've got is these clothes, and my hurt pride
bad credit so forget it when some low life stole my ride
I'd just payed it off a couple of months ago,
Switched the insurance to the lowest it could go
to save some flow to roll coast to coast
and it was no ride I'd boast, over 10 years old
but it was all I ever really owned
so now I stroll, at least in OB everything's close
the weather ain't too cold during the day and there's lots of girls
and when I was flyin in my ride I'd pass them by
now I can roll up slow and sly but I'm hella shy
Why? cause I used to drive, and my shoes ain't fly,
to look at me you wouldn't know I was a music guy
not that I'm ugly, it just seems nobody wants to touch me
I've never fit in anywhere I've been within this country
Some of the rappers out here I'd eat up like lunch meat
But now I'd be too out of breath from the trudging to really do something
At least I'm making enough bread to see the sunbeams
and the kindness of friends seldom ever leaves me wanting...
or rather needeing, but I'd rather be speeding, and I'm not talkin drugs
But the one this country's still most dependent on...
I'm talking oil, the stuff the keeps the politics greased and soiled
the world in turmoil, they'd likely let the oceans boil before they reform their policy
stopping all the lying and the killing and their robberies
for international comoddities and the expense of the economy
so I feel so zen to have it lost to me, when you're walking, parking's free
though it makes the far things hard to see, I got nothing left to rob from me, and my heart is free