Alone Battlin' from Alone Battlin' by BD

Can't turn and run when you're chosen.

Born in the middle of a battle zone,
And ain’t nobody told me what side I’m on.
Blaze ‘em all ‘til you gone. That’s what echoes in my dome.
Dead definitely if I don’t. Heavily on my own, steady tryin’ to get on.
I know the Lord hear me but I swear the devil got a megaphone.
Beatin’ my ear drum, “self inflicted redrum.”
Tryin’ to get me well done. But what I’m a tell son of mine?
Daddy lost his mind now burnin’ in fire.
Murdered him why? So I’m on my knees asking God
For my chance to shine. Smokin’, walkin’ that fine line
Between right and wrong. Nights is long.
Fight through song these demons whenever the mic is on.

Can’t turn and run when you’re chosen.
The road ahead is grim.
Roland Stone blowin’ in the wind.
I need reinforcements.
Looks like I’m all alone.

Better get on your game boy. We comin’ around to bring noise.
Got to watch how they flame toys. I aint about creatin’ war.
But I want to lyrically destroy, rumors that I heard before.
South can’t spit it raw. Mind frame miniature.
But that ain’t the real reason what you hearin’ from me for.
What is a man to do when you ain’t got it in you to run no more?
Hold your ground, if knocked down keep pickin’ yourself up off the floor.
Hope for the best, expect the worst. A part of bein’ a warrior.
Never learned how to use your weapon, steady sayin’ you goin’ to war.
Not talkin’ about that pretty chrome or nickel plated pistol.
Your throat, your heart, your soul and your vocal chords.
Or maybe basically your tongue.
Heard it before, double edged sword said the Lord.
Father I take heed when you warn.
So watch what’s comin’ out your mouth
‘Fore you surrounded in soil.

Can’t turn and run when you’re chosen.
The road ahead is grim.
Roland Stone blowin’ in the wind.
I need reinforcements.
Looks like I’m all alone.

Been on my knees frequently lately.
Asked the Lord why did He create me.
I believe and will deliver the message to the streets,
Over these Gudda beats.
“I wish you would shut up please,” they used to tell BD.
And maybe that’s why I find time to scream.
Product of my surroundings, never thought I would be.
That move to Carolina sure changed the hell out of me.
Sleepin’ with enemies, addicted to burnin’ trees.
Don’t know what’s come over me. It’s all that negative energy.
Daddy had to pick up and leave ‘fore they put cuffs on me.
Baby momma your honor so close to gettin’ beat.
Don’t know what you did to me,
Almost turned Roland Stone into a beast.
Stop playin’ with me. Though we created a seed
I can’t stop this dream. Must keep battlin’.

The road ahead is grim.
Roland Stone blowin’ in the wind.
I need reinforcements.
Looks like I’m all alone.
Can’t turn and run when you’re chosen.

The road ahead is grim.
Roland Stone blowin’ in the wind.
I need reinforcements.
Looks like I’m all alone.
Can’t turn and run when you’re chosen.

• ASCAP
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Singer-Songwriter
• Soulful
• bd
• gudda muzik
• Georgia