Ceschi and Factor Chandelier - Forever 33

On the road again, here's an obligatory reference to Kerouac
He was eating apple pie at a diner, I'm sneezing, sleeping on a rug with cats
Still trying to convince myself that exposure will fend away lifelong allergies, while waking
puffy-eyed as a boxer

Every other day of the week, these songs are spare change signs
Under rain, dripping and smudged, on the freeway entrance
New Haven, Connecticut, I-91, I've gone
On a mission from a vicious dickhead god, who loves to torture for fun

And I'll die trying to please him
This tour will never be done
I've gone from point A to point Z, from Salt Lake to Dead Sea
And I've lost faith in humanity, though I badly want to believe

While conscious rappers sample "I have a dream"
I'll discuss life with Latin Kings, wondering what freedom means, in a cell with junkies
detoxing
I could really give a shit about a critical opinion, if a CEO can make billions

Then the world we know is filth ridden, some of us rock shows to make a living
Some of us rock coke to feed our children
Some of us flat broke, and we all know that the fast food dough won't cover four kids' clothes

Back on the road, parole let me leave for a week
Out of prison, but I still can't believe that they locked me for weed
Kingpin to the CTPD, cause a rat told them that it was all meant for me
If Factor can finish this beat, then the album is close to complete

Forever 33, Christ, nice like Onry
Fake four, till I stop breathing
Peace

Written by:
ROBERT MANUEL CLIVILLES, DURAN RAMOS

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