Intro

[Intro: spoken by Big Rube] Optimism, about the fate of the people That have accepted the mission improbable To become simpartical, purged by discourage of sufferin Anger, hate, vengeance and war It's tough to explain, debate, lament or explore But I'll die straight to the core In an implosion of introspection so quiet it can deafen you Yet breathe breath into the singed lungs of the most temper thug Tears of bull get dismembered and drug through the mud With a point from the head of a heavyweight From the cold detailed reality of hot graphite Missing meat in a butcher trap To the grandios flights of fancy from the abstract mind Of a hip-hop super nerd, as long as the truth is heard The truth must be spoken My youth has been smokin and drinkin, drinkin and smokin A life that to most may seem dream like But rarely are things what they seem like We ain't tight 'less why'all tight Might bless me in all type, but it's all wrong The goal is for all thrones to be sat upon by true kings All pretenders must fall into the fathoms of their own character flaws But as long as we attempt to fool ourselves, we are not yet free [Verse One: Bubba Sparxxx] All at once, say it, Bubba K now I'm headed out west today, on the Greyhound Sittin' in the back on top but close to 8 pounds Huntin' for an innocent town that I can shake down Past the Mississipp' by swimmin the Great Lakes now Made it this far but still I can't escape how The law ran in, back, in the A-town All I'm worth is all that they ain't found My brother in Denver used to do is sell dirt Made it through him, I can move a little work In Wichita, I produce a little smirk Stop at Wal*Mart, new shoes and a shirt Tried to call momma, shit she denied the call Seems she don't smoke the shit I provide for why'all Tried to doze off with PM Tylenol Just moved to Q.P. and still I can't smile at all [Interlude: Big Rube] Not yet free, not yet free Not yet free, not yet free [Verse Two: Bubba Sparxxx] Continuing my voyage in to Colorado Folks live life but not with my bravado I know that this pill is hard for you to swallow More pig shit in which for you to wallow I'm posted up here, at least until tomorrow With a pound of buffalo nicks that you can swallow Only thing I'm holdin is pain that you can borrow Plus a whole pocket of change, for your sorrows A lotta cats bustin but they can't find the hop Lotta cats hustlin, if you ain't grindin, stop On the open road, now is not the time to flop The buzz is formulatin Jimmy now's your time to drop..