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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 SongtexteCan'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 Aus Songtexte Mania