Wake up in the morning wonderin’ if I’m still alive.
Get my knives, I’m out the door, just gotta try not to die.
Get on my case, I’ll bust your face and just keep walking.
Cause I gotta stay on the path, ain’t no chance that I’m stoppin’.
Listen up, you ain’t gonna get my book.
Don’t care if you give me that look.
I won’t share this cat that I cooked.
Hear this, I’m gentle as can be.
But, I’ll kill you if you mess with me.
Just let me be.
Keep goin’, never slowin’.
Determination we’ll be showin’.
West here we come, til we’re numb, to save the world from what it’s become.
Denzel, will make it through hell, and have a story to tell.
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