Текст песни Nomad Jones - 3CK & The Rugged Henchman

Where else am I to go
When i'm out here on my own
Show me, some direction
I'll admit it when I learn my lesson
They tell me there's no place like home
But home am I to know

See, today I met a no one
Well, it takes one to know one
But knowing's only half of the battle
Was heading backwards but I'm back on the saddle
Yo what's my knack man I ask cuz I'm past being baffled
At a turning point - which way am I going - I flip a coin - hit path off I travel
It must be natural to go and throw a grapple at your purpose
But it's tougher to tackle
Another pass of my lasso
I say it's worth all the hassle
To grab my life by the horns
Walk a path full of thorns
A road where many will morn
I pray a man in me is formed
I can't stand to be the norm
Still a starving artist
Never hit the charts
But I'm off to chart the uncharted
They say that home is where the heart is
If that's the case its safe to say that I was made heartless
Lost my home, so I've never known where my heart lives
It just goes with those who are alone in the darkness

Alex (of the Rugged Henchman):
Home where you harvest your hatred
A broken home is adjacent
To hangin, swingin in basements
Anger and anguish are painless
When your perspective gets changed and then rearranged to
Obtain this
Vacant rage
And late zero
Bank for the payments
Amazin
How rockin iconic
Ironic Vomit
Thoughts are erotic
Pause
And Embark
In directions of
Noah's ark
The climate
Steady changes environments heating up
When firefighters from Ireland and ironman ain't enough
We outta touch
And we fussin on
Topics not worth conversin
Discussions stagnant
I'm cursin
Y'all suckas slack
On your verses
I'm Rushin
To the point of vacant home slots now,
We outta touch
We on a rush to bust
So back down.
Who I thought I would be
Is not the man i am today
It's a crazy place to be
When your home is not where you stay.
Nomadic sporadic and
Magic
However you wanna have it is the way I'm livin
My life is tragic,
I'm Rugged

Gene (form The Rugged Henchman)
As I lay awake, consumed, by the moon, and the starlight.
Figure out what I'll lose, if I choose, to do, right.
Whistlin to a tune, movin to elude, the night.
While they delude, my view, to skew, my mind.
But half the time I could care less,
I find in it where's next?
Sick of not livin, existence, consists of unawareness.
So is it fair, that I'm mentally, barely there.
A nomadic, homeless addict, distracted by, what I can't bear.
Reflect on my situation,
Neglect the mistakes I'm makin.
Regret what I did to make it,
Accept the current steps that im takin.
There's no one else, but myself to blame.
Maybe one day I'll realize, who I am today.
From lack of internal peace,
Relapse, in a past I keep.
A fatal illness, I'm filled with, when will this or will it cease.
Havin discussions bout nothin, when I'm conversin with God.
Never thought I would be alone, now my home, is a simple thought.