Lyrics to Troubadour Of Troubled Souls
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
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
