[Verse 1 - Suffa]
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran´s dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child´s letters to god,
Though life´s road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They´d have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I´ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don´t know where I´ve been, and don´t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don´t know where I´ve been.

[Verse 2 - Pressure]
I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
If I never had bailed maybe I´d be dead or in jail,
And man I got no one else to blame,
I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
But that´s the breaks right? Started working late nights,
Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might,
And I´ve done too many years to miss this for my missus,
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don´t know where I´ve been, and don´t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don´t know where I´ve been, DJ Debris c´mon and break it down like,

[Verse 3 - Suffa]
And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
Tear a page from my book out, and pull out,
Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don´t know where I´ve been, and don´t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don´t know where I´ve been...