Johnny Cash
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Johnny Cash
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The windows cracked on the Chevrolet
My cigarettes in the ash tray
The engines off and the radio's down
So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promise that I won't let me down
And check myself in the mirror one time
Say my prayer and then I shook the ground
Light another smoke and step outside
Walk inside and take a look around
As I try to remember all of my lines
Guess it's time for me to face the crowd
And give the people my time
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These people standing on front row
Tryna see through me like a window
I'm wearing my soul on my sleeve
But they look at me through a pin hole
All I see is this opportunity
To see at least one of you and me
But I can't seem to win em over so
I swallow the humility
15 Minutes to hold em down
And I'm just wishing that it would fly by
It's like my whole world hits the ground
All I wanted to do is have a good time
Hold me under but I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I be the fuckin' headline
I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose
I'm not supposed to be this rapper punking holes at stereotypes
Or to write this juxtapose and flow to beats it chose
I hope the microphone [?] goes this songs and quotables
Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose
Cause I'm about as convincible as a bum
In stolen clothes til they go at those
I got dreams like fish got gills
I can't survive in this snake water without a deal
But I can built Noah's ark without a power drill
Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield
Tell em my travels, my triumphs, my failures
My family loud and clear
Let em off judge, I don't care how they feel
Fuck it what do I care, I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground
Stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink bruises
So thanks for the two
That you just took a brick from the mansion
Another stitch in the pants of a Johnny Cash
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