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Walk Alone

P.O.R.N.

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  • Original spelling: English
  • Album: How I Got Over
  • Views: 253
  • Year: 2010
  • Duration: 03:54
English
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but God he want more
Eyes closed, eyes open--great another day, here we go
Like a nigga woke up late in the Truman Show
Living life without a care, mean poker face
But I'm forced to play solitaire till I get up out of here
Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head
Work alone, sleep alone, eat alone, daily bread
Counting till my fingers red; how you gon' judge a man
Walking in the shoes of a man with a broken leg?
Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg
Last place in the race I ain't never led
Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out of bed
Serving in the army of one, it's on again

[Chorus]
Walk alone, I walk alone; you know I walk it alone
I always been on my own ever since the day I born
So I don't mind walking alone
Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk it alone
I always been on my own ever since the day I born
So I don't mind walking alone

I'm in a chess match; I'm in a death trap
I'm tryna find out where the eggs in the nest at
I want blood when the sky turns jet black
No love in the world can correct that
I'm in a slow lane; I'm on my Cobain
I'm in the new spot tryna run a old game
I got a new chick; put out my old flame
No peace, no sleep, no love for a young beast
You can put me in a cage
You can put me in the jungle where the lion get blazed
There ain't no hell like the hell I raise
I'd die in the bed I made 'fore I lay with a love I loathe
I'm a snake in the garden of bones
I'm a loner in a world of clones
I'm the piece that don't belong
See, I roam where the the Reaper roam
Till they put my name on a stone

[Chorus]

The longest walk I'll probably ever be on
The Road to Perdition, guess I'm finna get my plea on
I pray these wings strong enough to carry me on
I promise every second felt as if it took an eon
Walking like the lost boys of Sierra Leone
The Trail of Tears what they got me like a Cherokee on
Between the ears something I require therapy on
For the working the bone like my name Robert Dion
I go above and beyond--the duty called truly, y'all
Even though they kind of blew me off like a booty call
Asked me if I'm just another muli or a movie star
Forced to face the music like a graduate of Juilliard
Walk alone, talk alone, get my Charlie Parker on
Make my mark alone, shed light upon the dark alone
Get my sparkle on; it's a mission I'm embarking on
A kamikaze in the danger zone far from home

[Chorus]
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Written by: JOHN BARNES, TARIK L. COLLINS, RICK FRIEDRICH, JEREMY JAMES GRENHART, KARL B. JENKINS, GREG SPEARMAN, AHMIR K. THOMPSON

Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC

How I Got Over
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How I Got Over

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  • Released: 2010
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