I Roll in the land where the soul don’t grow
Just a short head on this totem pole
Want a real life, till I lie dead so
I’m a Lil Pinocchio, but my nose won’t grow
Moving through this grid iron, like the rose bowl
With this torn in my side,
I’m a ride ‘till I die,
See the pride in my eye?
I’m kicking rhymes, for the guy
In disguise, he a slave in his mind
Afraid to come out, and explain what he thinks
Tryina be himself, Say that he needs a shrink
So he covers up, goes on the defense
They make sonny d like the drink,
(That’s wrong)
In this world, if yer real,
Then yer shat on
So I catch crap fer my rap songs
Unh
But if you speak like an ass when you talk
Then they want mo’ like the grass in a backyard
So, be strong, like Honey nut cheerio’s,
Even when you ain’t cheery though
Son dooks,
Let you know about my little theory bro
You can always break their control
I’m proof
So, Bite the bullet with a sharp tooth
Draw strength like a cartoon
(with no ink)
And don’t think ‘bout the scars from the war wounds
Throw a little salt on the cut
Small sting


(chorus)

Saddle up Saddle up
Train Blues and, Passengers Stay Moving
Been the same since I moved in and this
Train Music, Use it, as a toolkit
to survive when the ride ends and
Saddle Up, Saddle up
Saddle up On my Iron Horse,
I'm a set a course, Trot my path
Hop in and let the Wheels spin,
let nothing set you back, set you back



Saddle up, Saddle up
I’ll never get enough of this
Chasing birds
Like snuffalofigus
Son looking tough and it’s
Just another day in the system
Un- Clench my molars
and
Spread the wisdom
(Roll in the land of the molemen)
Where the only light comes
When another train is approaching
Down Below The big apple
No Newton
The gravity of this, is so moving
With the gift of gab we yell, no union
(son yer so stupid),
When Life presents a mountain
Go through it
(Ask pops)
I wouldn’t even
Be sitting here
If a little semen,
Didn’t disappear through a condom
But damn it I ain’t complaining
actually I feel accomplished
cause my brothers never made it
when we swam through the forest
Being born was hike
growing up was a slalom
So being alive today
Is like a race to the bottom
So sitting here today
On a train at the bottom
Of the city
With you folks is like
A toast to my progress
And
I ain’t a drunk,
But I’ll sip to the process
(Celebrate that I exist)
And pour some beer on the pavement
For those who lost their way
Those heads that didn’t make it
For those, under the ground
Not in subways or in basements
We empty our liquor bottles
That’s love, we’re demonstrating
If thugs, never cry
Then dammit we must be fake ones
And I’m a rap ‘till I’m a great one
Run train on this game, till we stop at my station
(Like a Jew)
I don't home the bacon
But This here’s the path that I’m making
Under ground
Under granite
Cat is moving
Undercover
Super hero
Super star
Since I teleported out my mother
The lone ranger with no morpher
I’m john wayne, and of course
This here’s the iron horse
I won’t get off of
Saddle up Saddle up


(chorus)
Saddle up Saddle up
Train Blues and, Passengers Stay Moving
Been the same since I moved in and this
Train Music, Use it, as a toolkit
to survive when the ride ends and
Saddle Up, Saddle up
Saddle up On my Iron Horse,
I'm a set a course, Trot my path
Hop in and let the Wheels spin,
let nothing set you back, set you back