"Beatin' Paths"By: T-Bone

hey yo I come with guns cause punks love to be acting up I'm never laughing brugh I hear you holler my name it better be for the life I'm drilling up the eyes come to be blind and giving up but mines be like extra wide if I'm living dust behold the mind that stays in sight like the holy spirit does you hearing the jive I call it right to compose me some show me the leaves to be rolling up I come from the land of lost hopes so don't miss take me from some I live high on drugs fuckin right I shows luv just because I know where I been and where I'm from the squares in here get smoked by guns for acting tuff I lived in slumbs my status reads apart from crumbs I survived the pin and the streets my life becomes the prize to be free I had to hold the grudge faced the judge the money chumps that's why I reside by the beaten paths aside the Holy One he creates life he molds me from living dust then blessed me with the talents you be hearing plus knowing I'm needing much I'm unrequestant appreciative and blunt to know too much my ink is in skin liquified a part of life no one knows things from the side of me that comes when I unleash but when it does im on that no love red rums and when I beatem up I accused for using poles to brass knuckles but I never producer the stuff unless it's on disc and composes me to uphold the image you see listening till your froze and stuck feeling you got a team look at me around the mutts leading some one deem leaning into sunkin mud