arms I will take you home Long is the road we must travel on down Short are the legs that will struggle behind I wish I knew for sure just where we're bound
Cold iron shackles And ball and chain Listen to the whistle Of the evenin' train You know you Bound to wind up dead If you don't head back To Tennessee
Taking a ride to another climb Knees in my back 'cause we're flying high Did I give it all? I guess I gave it all Seeing the mountains through the fog
'm bound by hona and down for drama like Tony Man Tana Y'all clowns don't wanna fuck around pana Puffin pounds of marijuana wit my entourage Camouflage in the silent fog
Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light The shades of brown. it gets me down, exactly
bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight Aiyyo, steppin' through the fog
by the door. So, I'll work on the towboats with my slippery city shoes on Which I swore I would never do again Through the gray fog-bound straits where
sunday is A grain of salt But "now or never's" a bit hard to accept Doncha' think? Problems of the world, lovers, girls, and things of that nature bound
bitch get her fill Then she snitch and squeal Blow a nigga have 'em leakin' to the court of appeal Serchin' for Hav is like a search through fog How you
to keep you down They're messin' with your head But if you keep your faith You might not end up dead My eyes are burning But I still see through the fog My legs are bound
Cold iron shackles and ball and chain Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train You know you bound to wind up dead If you don't head back to Tennessee
room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah, smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty
that tell us who we are When you look in his eyes You know that somebody's in there Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been And how the fog
path And stepped inside the forest Still hearing the whisper: "Come closer to me..." But suddenly the beautiful trees And days light turned Into a landscape of thorn and fog
insatiable Now overwhelming to the point Of this mortals insanity We are one We are one Tenthousand years have passed In What seems to be an infinate instant Bound
big ol butt My breath fog all the windows up Take a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw you're bound
Through the snow fog flies the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings And the ship sails on, back to the North Through the fog and
much to say He's forgotten what his town looks like The smell of death is all around He dreams of the blue Atlantic To once again be homeward bound Homeward bound
