Troubadour of troubled souls
Where I´m going
Nobody knows
Ain´t got no line
Can´t see no road

Flames are high
The trail is cold

Tell the story for the ones who can´t
Cause their phones off and their rent is late
Or they locked away in that 10 by 8
So keep your politics this ain´t for debate
I´m gonna clean my slate by being honest
Heart on my sleeve pride in my pocket
Yea I had it all but I also lost it
I may have made millions never turned a profit
Foster care and some drug addiction
A box Chevy with no air conditioning
DCS and FBOP
Yea I fought ´em all now
I´m finally free

Troubadour of troubled souls

Where I´m going
Nobody knows
Ain´t got no line
Can´t see no road
Flames are high
The trail is cold

Still losing friends to them overdoses
Healing words from this broken poet
I drink tequila on a daily basis
Get paranoid and then alienated
The hood callin like bro you made it
But check to check is such an understatement
I get 50 racks to spend 65
Put it on the line to keep the dream alive
Try to keep the faith when all hope is gone
I´m still going thru it so you´re not alone
Got my kids back and just bought a home

So I´mma show the side that´s not often shown

Troubadour of troubled souls
Where I´m going
Nobody knows
Ain´t got no line
Can´t see no road
Flames are high
The trail is cold