The Hard Road

Lyrics

[Intro: Leon Russell] Just don't know Well, I'm going down Going down the hard road Just don't know Don't know where I've been Well, I'm going down Going down the hard road Just don't know Don't know where I've been [Verse 1: Suffa] Growing up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran's dog 'Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to God Though life's road was hard, I was never so lost That I looked for an answer in a medicine box I never did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked hills Kids with skills, still got harassed by cops 'til They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up And bail me out, a failure out once again Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again And I never will forgive myself For putting you through all that hell I went from high school dropout to factory labourer Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor To being out on tour, now, no stopping me I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography, uh [Chorus 1: Leon Russell, Pressure & Suffa] Going down the hard road Down the hard road Don't know where I've been And don't know where to go, it's like Going down the hard road Down the hard road Don't know where I've been [Verse 2: Pressure] I spent my youth like life was cheap The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the load This school dropout got knocked out, chased by the cops out Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out Been broke and beaten, even choked at being A dope MC but never lost hope in dreaming We used to thrash boosted cars 'til the engine'd fail If I never had bailed, maybe I'd be dead or in jail And man, I got no one else to blame I thank my family and music for keeping me sane But that's the breaks, right? Started working late nights Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus To have to tell my son he nearly never existed, uh [Chorus 2: Leon Russell, Pressure & Suffa] Going down the hard road Down the hard road Don't know where I've been And don't know where to go, it's like Going down the hard road Down the hard road Don't know where I've been DJ Debris, come on and break it down like [Scratches: DJ Debris] "Shoes are scuffed 'cause the road gets rough Shoe—sh—shoe Shoes are scuffed 'cause the road—the road Get—get—get—get—gets rough" [Verse 3: Suffa] And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth 'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, they mirror my youth And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option But I chose to go the long way, the streets is watching, so So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up Tear a page from my book out, and pull out Your finger, put your foot out and keep a lookout For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout [Chorus 1: Leon Russell, Pressure & Suffa] Going down the hard road Down the hard road Don't know where I've been And don't know where to go, it's like Going down the hard road Down the hard road Don't know where I've been [Outro: Leon Russell] But I think I've been walking I'm walking round in circles Can't even find a friend Woah, my love Woah, my love Oh, my love Woah, my love Oh, my love Down the hard road Woah, my love Oh, my love Woah, my love Oh, my love Down the hard road Woah, my love Oh, my love Woah, my love Oh, my love My love