Artist: K-Rino Album: The Day of the Storm Song: Trouble Road Typed by: Lil Hustle [K-Rino] They say time, is a measurement of motion Who's presence is more precious, than treasures in the ocean I'm coasting through the game of life, back to the wall I'm wide open, but my teammates won't pass me the ball I'm a mixture of bad and good, rain and sunshine Feeling happiness and sadness, at the same time I'm draining, in a world where evil is reigning The main thing I complain about, is people complaining Spirit predators all around me, slithering about Snakes no longer in the grass, they living in the house I'm mobbing in the treacherous city, that bleeds weapons Cause your problems, go from zero to sixty in three seconds Cowards lay in the weeds, and invisibly judge me My name must be company, cause misery loves me Oh Allah, shine down on me cause you're so bright Please help me make it through these hours, where there's no light [Chorus - 2x] I'm cautious and scared, as I walk down trouble road Masking my pain, trying not to get my cover blown Fighting to get it right, and stay out of that other mode Eyes on the big prize, trying to hit the mother load [K-Rino] I attempt to win it, weak men got pimped and rented The first minute that soul selling, was implemented I'm in need of a hand, full of righteous seeds So I can plant em, and eliminate my trifling deeds Young girls getting lazy, the game done flipped How the hell you ashamed to work, but not ashamed to strip Lil' hustlers on the corner, only knowing one way Acting like the dope game, got a 401K Boys coming out of prison, with corrupted minds Fool bragging talking bout, yeah I just did nine Man stop being stupid, and increase your grind Quit glorifying, giving that beast your time Ain't no rehabilitation, in this treacherous game Release a man into the same hell, and expect him to change Even pastors and hustlers, is rocking the same So instead of going to church, boys watching the game [Chorus - 2x] [K-Rino] The same people, think they know it all need rescue Who are you to try to tell God, how to bless you It don't matter how you are, they gon' violate House full of food, why you eyeballing my plate Trust ain't a word, you should mention again They'll get you while you still afraid, preemptive revenge You can read, but knowledge is only information Wisdom is translating, that knowledge to application Some say I follow no man, and religion's a hoax Imposing on the foolish, but their vision provokes They persecute God's people, crack ignorant jokes Contributing to he killing, of indigenous folks No calm in the forecast, this world is a bomb lit Make sure you in a safe place, when the storm hit No need to feel like, hope's out of range A lot of people want to, but don't know how to change Make a 180 not a 360, because 360's a circle, that puts you back where you was We at the fork in the road, as sure as the sun's yella' Standing in a brick storm, with a glass umbrella With a glass umbrella, yeah A glass umbrella, don't walk down trouble road Don't walk down trouble road, ha-ha ha