Glory Road

Broken homes and time zones,
No escaping whats left, though
We can't fight the present with our past
Leaves you travelin' down the wrong path, so
No matter how fast, your car or transmission go,
You're in neutral, while your minds in overdrive,
And your body, soul, and money become so far over-head
That you become so pretrified, as your two worlds collide
Like howie day in his prime, we search beyond a biblical guide,
Destiny's intertwined, while no "clock" can stop time,
But "watch" and you will get yours, as I will get mine,
This never ending game, is forever overtime
As were stuck in the ditches, like Model T's that errode,
The brink of death brings us all closer to the Glory Road.
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The keys to victory aren't locked in wine cellors,
That's the key to this empiphany, no more sins-to-be
It makes no sense to me, we battle our scars in pools full of crimson tide
Drownin' in cianide, thats nearly choopers world wide,
We continue down our struggles, burnin rubber if we need be,
As we try and bandaid our problems with weegie boards in Fiji,
But thats just a temperary fix, allowing others to profit,
All caught up in the mix, of batters as we're broken down in sticks,
And our bones and elbows, take on most of the beatings,
Some choose to stay, while others are left retreating,
But now I'm here for the leading, no savior, just a man,
That understands, the pleading, for peace and the needing...
As Im on the phone with the reluctant highway patrol,
So I can break a path for all those searching for Glory Road.
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Lets take a second to look at our broken mirrors on the wall,
Through our rise and falls, that fork in the road causes us all to stall,
Our self reflections reflect our hate, desires, from adolescence
We question, what we really see, scared of the infinite reality,
Our minds turn us all into fighters, as I become an arsonist writer,
Set fire to ignited flames, I bellow with words so deep it mellows
Learn to claim the yellow, and stop yelling, yeah stop dwelling,
These lyrics are spit in a way meant to touch the innocent,
So yall can repent the demons that you see in your scorching tent,
Made out of wood, but we'll rebuild it back made outta steel,
As I steal the hearts of all, with songs meant to heal, for real
I care more than all of you, and if you fall, I will be willingly,
To help you have a longer life expectancy, are you feeling me?
So as we lay down to sleep, dont wake me, cause im at peace
As I dream of the better days, while the,
Fogs a mist with no residue of cloudy haze
In a land where all my friends are foes, wait, reverse that, So,
Follow me, so we can continue down the highway in the lane of Glory Road...