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Bein a pedestrian keeps me on my toes...

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(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

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