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Walk On By
[Intro: Violent J]
Imagine this
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Letâsâ say youâre walkinâ, New York to LA
Whatâ kinda bullshit would you face along the way?
You couldnât do it, not without a mother fucking gun
âCause ainât nobody out there tryinâ to help anyone
Shit,â youâd be lucky if you made it out of Brooklyn
Withoutâ getting that sack on your back tooken
Fags pulling over all along the route
Andâ people all on the jack move for your tow loot (Checkinâ in)
Weirdos in vans, racists in pickups
Stick-ups, always gettinâ got for your get-ups
Police are ridinâ next to ya and flexinâ on ya
Andâ fuckinâ with ya all the way to California
Hope you can dodge cars, âcause people are crazy
And at least two will try to hit your ass on daily
People drivinâ by, throwinâ bottles, bustinâ your head
But you ainât about to stop walkinâ across this land
You on a mission
[Chorus: Violent J]
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me
[Verse 2: Violent J]
Walkinâ through St. Louis, some ganstas stop ya
Rock your chin so hard, your knees buckle and drop ya
Rob for your headphones and walking stick
But you keep movinâ on, another loss, chalkinâ it
You seeinâ redneck rebels wavinâ flags up high
And they teachinâ they kids to do the same when they die
Triple K, cops, evil eyes, knee-high boots
And little towns full of folks who wonât tell if they shoot
You just walkinâ through. Locals like, âWho the fuck?â
And then Hillbilly Buck pulls up in a truck
And straight up ragdoll bumps your ass all in the street
And says âWe donât like strangers,â and he boots your teeth
By the time you hit Utah, youâre fuckinâ hitch hikinâ
Only homos and lunatics take to your liking
Families ride by with they doors on lock
The worldâs closinâ in, but you ainât gonâ stop
You keep walkinâ
[Chorus: Violent J]
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me (Right there)
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me
[Verse 3: Violent J]
You cross mountains on foot and almost freeze to death
And the one that nobody gives is a fuck
You get to Vegas. Pow! You get shot in the leg
You donât know how it happened. You donât care anyway
People all up in your face tryinâ to sell you drugs
You walk right through rumbles and wars, duckinâ slugs
People pickinâ fights with you, too many to count
They been ripped off your shirt and dug your pockets out
The savages trip you. You get back up
Now youâre huffinâ through the desert in some Walmart Chucks (Damn)
You finally reach the West Coast and get kidnapped
By a serial killer, the fuckinâ worst of the pack
But you fight back. Fuck that. Kick him in his face
You escaped his van, and now youâre back on pace
You wonder how this could be as you reach your goal
The place we call âhomeâ is out of control
[Chorus: Violent J]
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me (Right there)
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me (Right there)
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)
This world is for you, but this world ainât for me