Down the Road - Tim Grimm

So much pain and no good reason why You've cried until the tears run dry And nothing here can make you understand The one thing that you held so dear Is slipping from your hands, and you say Why, why, why Does it go this way And why, why, why And all I can say Is somewhere down the road There'll be answers to the questions And somewhere down the road Tho' we cannot see it now Somewhere down the road You will find mighty arms reaching for you And they will hold the answers At the end of the road Yesterday, I thought I'd seen it all I thought I'd climbed the highest wall Now I see the learning never ends And all I know to do is keep on walking Walking 'round the bend singing Why, why, why Does it go this way And why, why, why And all I can say Is somewhere down the road There'll be answers to the questions And somewhere down the road Tho' we cannot see it now Somewhere down the road You will find mighty arms reaching for you And they will hold the answers At the end of the road Oh, keep on walking Why, why, why Does it go this way And why, why, why And all I can say All I know to say now Somewhere down the road There'll be answers to the questions And somewhere down the road Tho' we cannot see it now Somewhere down the road You will find mighty arms reaching for you And they will hold the answers At the end of the road Oh, they will hold the answers At the end of the road Oh, keep on walking, oh Oh, walking down the road Walking down the road Somewhere down this lonely road I can't see you know Down the road, the lonely road Somewhere down, somewhere down

Well, it's down the road I go And I got those worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road Well, it's down the road I go Well, I got the blues From way down in New Orleans Way on down the road And I got to be so far away Oh, don't you see All our memories, dreams and reflections That keep haunting me Well, it's down the road I go And I hear those gypsy voices Calling me way on down the road Well, I got to be So far away in my memory Dreams and reflections come on Keep on back haunting me Well, it's down the road I go Well, I got the blues From down in New Orleans Way on down the road Well, it's down the road I go Well, I've got the worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road Way on down the road Oh, down the road Way on down the road, baby, come on Way on down the road Trying to find my way back home To find my way back home Further on down the road (down the road) To find my way back home (down the road) Further on down the road (down the road) Down the road of peace (down the road) Down the road of peace (down the road) Down the road of peace, baby

Oh, well we run to the break of day The old man groaned as we rolled away Our women wept as we sped on by We hung our heads low as they raised their flags high Then we grabbed our guns and shot away He's killed all our brothers on a Saturday Our blood's dishonored and our wounds were deep Old Jesse James, well, he won't even take a peep So then we go on down that road Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Breaking your backs and breaking your souls The girls said I'd die before I get old The war is over and the graves were deep The sun was down just like my brother Rim's keep You burned my house and you raped my wife I fall to my knees and I pray to the Lord that I can kill that fucker tonight So then we go on down that road Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Mama said I'd die before I get old Oh, hey there, Dad Don't you know who I am? No motherfucker, don't give a goddamn So then we go on down that road Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old

Oh-oh-oh-woo Mmmmhmmm Have no place to go Have no place to go, darling Have no place to go Have no place to go Goodbye baby Yes, I'm going Aha Yes, I'm going Goodbye baby Yes, I'm going Aha Yes I'm going Have no place to go Mmmmm Have no place to go Darling Have no place to go Ohhhh Have no place to go Darling Goodbye baby Yes, I'm going Aha Yes, I'm going Goodbye baby Yes, I'm going Aha Yes I'm going Down the road I go Down the road I go Down the road I go Down the road I go Darling Have no place to go Mmmmm Have no place to go Darling Have no place to go Aha oh Have no place to go Darling Have no place to go, mmmmm Have no place to go, darling Have no place to go Have no place to go Darling When that train rode up now I come walking out Come walking out, out, out When that train rode up now I come walking out Come walking out

Hey, this is the G-Child, spaceketeers Are ya in the house baby, are ya in the house You know what I'm sayin, cuz it's that time For you to kicks the funk online as we rewind, then it will combine Smokin on the bud, feelin kinda high Sippin on the gin, feelin kinda fly A Warren G production sits in the tape deck As Mista Grimm raps over laps, don't say shit Just, listen and recline for a spell Pass the fat spliff back and forth (oh yeah) Stuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic Cloud that somehow prevents me from installin fresh air Ahh, Indosmoke Pass me the joint so I can take a toke 1 puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feelin real high Leaning to the side in my muthafuckin ride, With the OG gangsta glide Woo!, hey now ya know Inhale, exhale with my flow Breakaway, come again like this The LB to the C two times to miss Cuz if you do, you break you get broke Me and Mista G and the indosmoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke Fee, fi, foe, really doe I'm still smokin and sippin, talkin like a pimp Freakin, seekin new lands without transport Cuz indo smoke is a man's sport I never feel stressed and that's the realist Just a proper herb for my chronic illness Please, let me go on with my day Relax with phat tracks and a real fat J Ooh, I think I'm in love Astounded from what it did sended me far above On a fly cloke I can brag for days You can't swim with Grimm, Because my tidal wave's - high And that's no joke, Because Mista Grimm takes flight from the indo smoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke (Are you high yet) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke (Are you high yet) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin indo smoke Ignition to remission blast off through the cos Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause I sonic boom when I return back to earth Birth of a new rhyme will take no time I'm prepared, papers and a lighter to provoke A comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke Then gain composure, compose a symphony From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G mixed together nicely Combining lick the linings vaula A fat Chronic sack you can put in your jaw H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs Smokin on the Chronic, gettin straight sprung Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin Dancin on the ceilin like Lionel If ya I break em till they can't be broke, As I soak, in da indo smoke (Are you high yet) Take a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside (Are you high yet) We will show you wether our gangstas love to get high (Are you high yet) We get high on every street in Long Beach (Are you high yet) So don't come to my hood thinkin' that you can save me (Are you high yet) Niggas from foreign land wanna come to the East and reveal (Are you high yet) I gotta viscious left hook and you're damn right I will steal (Are you high yet) Shots go out to my nigga Mista Grimm and you know Warren G (Are you high yet) I gotta nigga named Gangsta Rod, you know B-Tip you know me (Are you high yet) My name is Nate D-O double G and I'm comin straight from the East (Are you high yet) Don't think you don't know where I'm from, I'm from 213 Yeah, you know what I'm sayin 19 ninety muthafuckin 3 (hey) I got my muthafuckin niggaz in the house I got my nigga Mista Grimm in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga B-Tip in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga Ricky Rod in the house (uh, ah) I got the nigga Butch in the house (uh, ah) I got my nigga Greg in the house (uh, ah) He's engineering this, check it out You know what I'm sayin, Long Beach in the house We hooked up with some people from West Covina My nigga Mista Grimm, but you know Ain't nothing but a G Thang, uh G Thang, but you don't hear me though, yeah Are you high yet? Are you high yet? Are ya high big baby? (Are ya high big baby?) Nigga I asked you is you high (I'm fucked up) I ain't be gotten no women, nigga is you high, shit (I'm fucked up) Oh we can do this then, Hey, let's go, It's over big baby, hey