No Easy Roads - Rare Americans

My life, my life

I’ve been fightin' it all my life

My life, all my life

I’ve been fightin' it all my life

I’m a father, I’m a fighter, I am tough

It’s not the working for peanuts that’s rough

It’s not the sending every dime home

The denied every time loan

It was all the other stuff

The hold down, the run around, the stacked deck

I’m outworking you but for a different coloured check

Damn you my impeder

In me, I am a believer

Despite your spike belts

I will not be slowed

I know there’s no easy roads

I know there’s no easy roads

Easy roads, easy roads

There are no easy roads

I’m white, I’m middle class, embarrassed

I got bad luck when it comes to parents

If your white you might meet em, think they a-ok

Born of another mother brother, KKK

I felt like a human barcode, programmed to hate mode

17 years old, solo I must go

I know there’s no easy roads

I know there’s no easy roads

My life, my life

I’ve been fightin' it all my life

My life, all my life

I’ve been fightin' it all my life

I said I’m tired and I’m sick, you’re a liar, full of shit

It’s the same old shtick, and I just can’t support it

I slammed down the phone, never felt more alone

Single mother ship adrift, with a toddler on my hip

Begging for a greyhound trip

I don’t need you to mention to me

You see the tension in me

I know it, I own it, I hold it, this poker hand, I’d fold it

I’m starting to feel the gravity of three mouths full of cavities

Can somebody help me please?

My life, my life

I’ve been fightin' it all my life

My life, oh my life

I’ve been fightin' it all my life