Gangstagrass - Long Hard Times To Come

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{Chorus}
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
I see them long hard times to come

{Verse 1}
My life is ill son... prepared to kill son
A paradox of pain, baby; it's real son
Lonely traveler, ain't trying to battle ya
But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers
Ain't got no family, you see there's one of me
Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me
I'm pissed at the world, but I ain't looking for trouble
I might crack a grin, I ain't looking to hug you
Think about it, nobody wants to die
There's rules to this game son, I'm justified
I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run
The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun
This journey's too long, I'm looking for some answers
So much time stressing, I forget the questions
I fear no man, you don't want no problems 'B'
Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me

{Chorus}
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off who wants some
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
I see them long hard times to come

{Verse 2}
You probably think I'm crazy, or got some loose screws
But that's alright though--I'm a'do me, you do you
So how you judging me? I'm just trying to survive
And if the time comes, I ain't trying to die
I'm just trying to fly, and get a little love
Find me a dime piece and get a little hug
Hook the car up--hit the bar up--clean the scars up--hey yo, the stars up
Hey this is the life of an outlaw
We ain't promised tomorrow--I'm living now, dog
I'm walking through life. but yo my feet hurt
All my blessings are fed, man I'll rest when I'm dead
Look through my eyes and see the real world
Take a walk with me, have a talk with me
Where we end up--God only knows
Strap your boots on tight you might be alright

{Chorus}
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart fall back I go hard
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some
I see them long hard times to come

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Gangstagrass emerged from the creative cauldron of Brooklyn, New York City, a testament to the vision of its founding producer, Rench. This band of sonically adventurous musicians carved a new path in the music world by fusing the grit of hip-hop with the rural twang of bluegrass, crafting a genre all their own. Guiding this rhythmic convergence with a masterful hand is Rench himself, who stands as both leader and creative nucleus.

Rising to the limelight under an auspicious commission, Gangstagrass's foray into mainstream recognition came through the crafting of “Long Hard Times To Come,” an audacious theme song penned for the acclaimed television series “Justified” on FX Network. This song not only captured the essence of the show's narrative but also earned Gangstagrass an Emmy nod for “Outstanding Original Main Title Theme Music,” marking a defining moment in their blossoming career.

The synergy within the group is palpable, with current ensemble members bringing their diverse talents to the mix. Dan Whitener infuses his stirring banjo melodies, R-Son the Voice of Reason adds the lyrical prowess of a seasoned emcee, Dolio the Sleuth weaves intricate stories with his rhymes, and Brian Farrow layers depth with his dexterous fiddle play. Together, these artists form a collective that bridges musical divides, resonating with fans across genre lines for a truly original sound.