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I've been traveling on this road too long
Just trying find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh..
I've been traveling on this road too long
Just trying find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, dead and...

Every had one of them days wish you would have stayed home,
Run into a group of niggers who getting their hate on,
You walk by - they get wrong,
You reply then shit get blown,
Way out of proportion way pass discussion,
Just you against them pick one then rush them,
Figure you get jumped here thats next,
They don't wanna stop there now they busting,
Now you gushing ambulance rushing,
You to the hospital with a bad concussion,
Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine,
Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound,
Never mind that now you lucky to be alive,
Just thinking it all started fussing with three guys,
Nigger pride in the way but your pride is the way you can fuck
around get shot down any day,
Niggers die everyday,
All over bullshit, dope money, dice games, for ordinary hood shit,
Could this be 'cause of hip-hop music,
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it,
Usually niggers don't know what to do when they back against the wall,
So they just start shooting,
For red or for blue or for blow I guess,
From Bankhead at the old projects,
No more stress now I'm straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my
family's sake,
That part of me left yesterday
The harder me is strong today,
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gonna away,


I ain't never been scared I live through tragic,
Situations could been dead looking back at it,
Most of that shit didn't even have to happen,
But you think about it when you out there trapping,
In the apartments hanging, smoking and rapping,
Niggers start shit next thing we know we capping,
Get locked up then didn't even get mad,
Now I think about that what a life I had,
Most of that shit look back just laugh,
Some shit still look back get sad,
Thinking my home boy still be around had I not hit the nigger in the mouth that time,
I won that fight I lost that war,
I could still see my nigger walking out that door,
Who would of thought I'd never see Philant no more,
Got enough dead homies I don't want no more,
'Cause a nigger his jump cost me more,
I'd a took that ass whopping out for sure,
Now think before I risk my life,
Take them chances to get my stripes,
A nigger put his hands on me alright,
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night,
'Cause I hit you and you sue me,
I shoot you get locked up poor me,
No more stress now I'm straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my
family's sake,
That part of me left yesterday
The harder me is strong today,
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gonna away,


I turn my head to the east I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the north swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me dead and gone but the new me will be alright
I turn my head to the east I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the west still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the north swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me dead and gone but the new me will be alright