Letra de Prodigal Son - Kid Rock

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one

packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son

with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped

I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back

filled with spite staying high as a kite

I was dealin and stealin everything in sight

pool hustling trying to make that green

I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13

working like a bitch like a god damn tank

some disagree because me rents had bank

but all that's gold non't always glitter

so I'll take another puff from my one hitter

I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme

blow all my cash on cheap women and wine

cause money, money, money ain't shit to me

but I gotta make a lot just to be free

Please God Please I'll pay any cost

If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off

there's too much hardship there's too much pain

there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain

I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside

and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride

but parasites can't fake the Rock

and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot

cause I hold key to my own success

and suckers that step shall be put to rest

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yes, I hold the key to my own success

and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,

so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter

and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.

not a generic dime a dozen M.C.

never was in a posse never wanted to be

now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti

and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign

all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,

but life keeps going on and on and on and on

the world's end don't worry me

and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me

cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin

everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin

fussin with the girls they waste my time

thrashin and bashin going out of my mind

crucified by the critics everyday

cause I ain't really got that much to say

I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme

I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time

I live my life just like the skipper

but only at night because I'm a day tripper

twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack

but still life goes on

visions of red shoot through my head