Let me kick it to you right quick, man That on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you feel the same way Big Phil This for you pimpin' Oh (eyyy) I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryna find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone And oh (eyyy) I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryna find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead and gone Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home Run into a group of -blam!- who gettin' they hate on You walk by They get wrong You reply then shit get blown Way outta proportion Way past discussion Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em Figure you'll get jumped, hell that's nothing They don't wanna stop there now they bussin' Now you gushin', ambulance rushin' You to the hospital with a bad concussion Plus ya hit 4 times Plus it hit ya spine Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive Just think it all started you fussin' with 3 guys Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way You could -blam!- around, get shot, die anyday -blam!- die everyday All over bull shit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit Could this be 'cos of hip hop music? Or did the ones with the good sense not use it? Usually -blam!- don't know what to do when their back against the wall so they just start shootin' For red or for blue or for blo I guess From Bankhead or from your projects No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets I'm blessed to say The old me dead and gone away I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragedy Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it Most of that shit didn't even have to happen But you don't think about it when you out there trappin' In apartments, hangin', smokin', and rappin' -blam!- start shit, next thing ya know we cappin' Get locked up then didn't even get mad Now think about damn what a life I had Most of that shit, look back, just laugh Some shit still look back get sad Maybe my homboy still be around Had I not hit the -blam!- in the mouth that time I won that fight I lost that war I can still see my -blam!- walkin' out that door Who'da thought I'd never see Philant no more? Got enough dead homies I don't want no more Cost a -blam!- his job Cost me more I'd took that ass-whooping now for sure Now think before I risk my life Take them chances to get my stripe A -blam!- put his hands on me alright Otherwise stand there talk shit all night 'Cos I hit you, you sue me, I shoot you, get locked up, who me? No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets I'm blessed to say The old me dead and gone 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 is dead and gone But that 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 is dead and gone But that new me will be alright -Dead & Gone, Paper Trail [spoiler]Great song[/spoiler]