Got me on the run,
sweatin’ behind the gun,
but it’d be a lie
if I said that it wasn’t fun.
Push the bullshit aside
and just enjoy the ride
because it’s not the end
but the path that’s alive.
Your people and your friends,
the truth, well it depends
on more than just the words
they spit while makin’ ends.
Half steps and over reps
will end them gettin’ nothin’;
wolves in sheep’s clothing
shit, you know they’re after somethn’.
May be a dog eat dog world
that we’re livin’ in.
But not everyone’s your enemies
just reaching for them ends.
Choose your allies well
and your friends even better
‘cuz they’re the ones you’ll need
when it comes to stormy weather.
You’ll know more from their deeds,
than just the things they claim.
Are they speaking in them tongues?
Are they out here playing games?
Do they follow through with action?
Can you hold them to their word?
Can you count on them to be there
when the times they get absurd?
Cuz them fair weather friends
they be “Gone with the Wind[s]”
Quick to leave you hangin’
Swangin, reaching for the ends.