Текст песни Intro

[Intro: spoken by Big Rube]

Optimism, about the fate of the people

that have accepted the mission improbable

To become simpartical, purged by discourage of sufferin

Anger, hate, vengeance and war

It's tough to explain, debate, lament or explore

But I'll die straight to the core

In an implosion of introspection so quiet it can deafen you

Yet breathe breath into the singed lungs of the most temper thug

Tears of bull get dismembered and drug through the mud

with a point from the head of a heavyweight

From the cold detailed reality of hot graphite

missing meat in a butcher trap

To the grandios flights of fancy from the abstract mind

of a hip-hop super nerd, as long as the truth is heard

The truth must be spoken

My youth has been smokin and drinkin, drinkin and smokin

A life that to most may seem dream like

But rarely are things what they seem like

We ain't tight 'less y'all tight

Might bless me in all type, but it's all wrong

The goal is for all thrones to be sat upon by true kings

All pretenders must fall into the fathoms of their own character flaws

But as long as we attempt to fool ourselves, we are not yet free

[Verse One: Bubba Sparxxx]

All at once, say it, Bubba K now

I'm headed out west today, on the Greyhound

Sittin in the back on top but close to 8 pounds

Huntin for an innocent town that I can shake down
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Past the Mississipp' by swimmin the Great Lakes now

Made it this far but still I can't escape how

the law ran in, back, in the A-town

All I'm worth is all that they ain't found

My brother in Denver used to do is sell dirt

Made it through him, I can move a little work

In Wichita, I produce a little smirk

Stop at Wal*Mart, new shoes and a shirt

Tried to call momma, shit she denied the call

Seems she don't smoke the shit I provide for y'all

Tried to doze off with PM Tylenol

Just moved to Q.P. and still I can't smile at all

[Interlude: Big Rube]

Not yet free, not yet free

Not yet free, not yet free

[Verse Two: Bubba Sparxxx]

Continuing my voyage in to Colorado

Folks live life but not with my bravado

I know that this pill is hard for you to swallow

More pig shit in which for you to wallow

I'm posted up here, at least until tomorrow

with a pound of buffalo nicks that you can swallow

Only thing I'm holdin is pain that you can borrow

Plus a whole pocket of change, for your sorrows

A lotta cats bustin but they can't find the hop

Lotta cats hustlin, if you ain't grindin, stop

On the open road, now is not the time to flop

The buzz is formulatin Jimmy now's your time to drop..