Blu, EXILE - The Narrow Path lyrics

Uh, who want some more?
Straight out the park Hip-Hop shit
You know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Uh, turn it up (yeah)
I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
It ain't easy to jock, for real, yo

Picture me sitting in front of
Eighty-eight keys tryna escape
From a shady place where babies blaze
Trees on a daily day
Tryna get they gravy straight to
Floss, Co$$ told me, "Homie watch it
These ladies play dirty games once
You get to grinding"
Where niggas pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan
Holding iron, blowing smoke, elope in fire
Flame spitting
The game is just a way to escape
And our pain is just a way
We can relate to folks crying
Finding ways I can make a difference
But fuck wishing on a star
Cause the percentage of getting what
You envisioned is small
And the stars barely shine in the city
So we're blinded
By the man made bright lights
Making my eyes shifty
Feel me out, hear me now
Crying childs of the ghetto
Letting go a beautiful sound
It's kinda falsetto hello Hell
Welcome to LA where devils that dwell play
They meddle with metal and
Letting every shell spray until day dawns
I make songs for the long road travelers
And lost souls after us
Spitting lyrics vicious like I’m mad as fuck
Packing up my bags
Hopping back on the narrow path
That’s planned for us

I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road
Until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad
I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road
Until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad
I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul

Yeah, in this world that I'm living in
I've given into sex, stress, and dividends
Los Angeles, metropolis
City of vexed citizens
Folks that smoke infinite dope
And hope living in
Poverty is probably the less
Stressed position to go
So we don’t have positions to hold
So we pitch snow and live in the cold
In Hell inhaling, feeling Heaven is close
But like roadkill, I'm still on this road
Bold as any soldier playing his role
I stroll the streets in the
Cold, even in summer heat, it gets cold
So we strolling with the heat and it's cold
It’s been a long troublesome road
And I'm still traveling
And fuck battling, just managing
Life is challenging
Though I managed to make it
I damaged the places up in my mind
Life and times of Los Angeles' greatest
Wasting time
Wasting lifespans fucking around
I'm spitting deep shit stuck underground
So just dig it or don't fuck with it
Or don't fuck with it
Because you can't fuck with it, uh, uh

I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road
Until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad
I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road
Until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad
I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul

Check it
And I'll be playing Escapism by Pete Rock
Hot, watching police plot knocks to
Get my peeps locked
Smiling as my teeth rot from
Eating sugar coated quotes
Smoking dope to float away
But hey the air is nice up there
I swear the feeling's good as chilling
With a nice cold beer
We fallen angels rocking halos like
It's priced up gear
And if you need me, just ring me
Shit I'll be right up here
Where fear is non-existent (yeah)
Instead of drifting in a prison
Where my mind's restricted
Where my mom is wishing

Tryna get her broken promise mended
I'm training to be a seamstress
Sewing holes that dreams fit
Fiends bring broken clocks
Tryna get their dreams fixed
Ticking, itching, tocking, watching
God is watching you
But, you rather have a watch
With lots of diamonds, i've been fooled
By the word a few times
But who cares if Blu rhymes
About hoes or saving souls? They
Wanna hear that beat ride
I rewind and try to play back the
Days when they would play stacks
Of 8 tracks to recline, now we blaze sacks
Taking back the feeling hidden in me
When we used to smile
'Member that? It's been a while
So I'm blowing off the dust
Brush the dirt up off my nuts
Got this feeling in my gut
I'm tryna let it out, so if you with me
Listen up
Listen, listen up, if you with me, listen up
'Cause uh, I got this feeling in my gut
What the fuck?

I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road
Until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad
I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
I'm tryna tell my folks
That flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road
Until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad
I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul

Yeah, uh, what up, X?
Uh, B, the Liberty Project, make money
I wanna send one out
To the hometown: Bridgetown!
Yeah, DS, Aloe Blacc
Cassius King, Donnie Smokes, Don Ox
Life, Rocksteady
And all my folks, K-M to the A-M
(Dirty Science) once again, yeah
From the S-IC to y'all, come on
Uh, yeah, Los Angeles