Lyrics of 'Lonely Road' by Hendersin

The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be
Have you found that your admiration will never set you free?
Get your life prepared, you're next in line for judgment day, now
Are you praying? Are you begin? That you're anyone else?

Guess who it is? It’s the best in the biz
Never be alert 'cuz they checking for they kids
And I sing, yeah, bam, just doing what I do
I’m bored with your games; I suggest you get a clue
Yeah, it’s like they never knew, that I spit it so precise
Bet that I’m all up in their head like lice
I’ll never take it back, I ain't taking your advice
Then they know what I mean, motherfucker cuz I’m nice enough
Yeah, well I got what you need
And it might sound conceded
But I know that you can see that
You fuckin with rucks and I’m way out of your league
I ain't messing with you scrubs, yeah, that’s word that I can read, enough
So close, motherfucker I can taste it
Ya’ll don’t see the vision
You should get some lactic
Feeling so good, you can say I’m on that mace shit
It came from the heart, so that’s why I had to pace it

Good to have your name (your name)
Scattered on the lips of the young
And now you claim (you claim)
That it’s you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill
To get your thrill, well
I bet it stinks to give up everything
And realize that they don’t want you!

It’s a lonely road where the
Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
It’s a long way down to the, sacred ground
Where the, people beg for peace!

I don’t play, something like a mascot
And I focus, treat me like an ascot
Coming' for your neck, yeah
Coming for respect
I ain't fuckin with your crew
Got jokers like a deck
What the fuck do you expect?
For me to just reason
While you decline
Doing circles like a re-run
I sat back, motherfucker call that recline
Pay the cost to be the boss
There’s no such thing as free time
Yeah, if you think then take a seat
But instead ill make a beat
That’s the way I’m making heat
And I hit the ground running; you'd probably break your feet
And I’m coming for the fame
Motherfucker watch me skeet, and um

I remember, when they didn’t need me
Now they wouldn’t dare try to lead me
And you know they kid is spitting ruthless like Compton in the 80's
Right now, rap gang, boy this shit is so easy

Good to have your name (your name)
Scattered on the lips of the young
And now you claim (you claim)
That it’s you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill
To get your thrill, well
I bet it stinks to give up everything
And realize that they don’t want you!

It’s a lonely road where the
Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
It’s a long way down to the, sacred ground
Where the, people beg for peace!

Lonely road where the
Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
It’s a long way down to the, sacred ground
Where the, people beg for peace!