StrayDog LoveSong

There’s gray clouds out but the day's still sunny
And the land made of blood and milk and honey
Four walls and a floor and a roof and a door
And a window where I sit and watch the cold world war
Its the mad dash to get cash here while the shit lasts
Say it ends soon so we live fast
Got me buying flowers every other day
Just to pick em all apart and try and smoke em in your face

Want a taste from the river that cleans the sinner
Was in love at breakfast but hate by dinner
Still trying really to balance out the center
But you never get the sweet without the bitter
I pull my hood on when I head out in the city at night
Put my headphones on to a song I can write
Start to freestyle to every little thing I see
Street lights change and the car-horns beep
An old woman sleeps next to a trash heap
Crowd of pigeons gathered up right at her feet
I see comedy, drama and tragedy
Still alive, not a casualty

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I walked a long cold road and wrote this heat
Just to warm my soul if soul could speak
Watching life turned whole from broken lengths
I want the love and the money and the time to think

When you broke everyday is just a dollar to chase
When you rich everyday is just dollars to make
Don't window shop but I walk in the bank
Thinking I ought to get all that I can
I know my music ain't all that's planned
But this is all that I have
As far as blood sweat and tears I put it all in the pad
And put faith in my strength when I started to rap
Say the strongest survive but its the ones who adapt
So any place on the map I've laid my hat
From LA to the dawn to cape town and back
I found my dogs and made my pacts
I made these songs and found my path
I hold the wheel while my soul will steer
As we rode through the globe and flow through ears
See the road's made of gold it's grown right here
See the pedals got the force the close comes near
But I'm only beginning to get it clear
Spent years, only writing about the man in the mirror
Been hungry in the concrete jungle full of fear
Now I'm feeling like the hunter on the day he met the bear
Cause the fear of the body bones and heart
A little bit of fear kept the soldier sharp
I sold everything I own to buy this poem
Hoping if I could just own it my money tree would grow
Maybe it will or maybe it won't
Got a voice with the meaning but I'm still broke
But its all about the change, about the song I wrote
From the day I started hunting with the wolves and crows

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