Up and down that lonely road of faith, I have been there Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise. I've realized one thing, how much I love … - Kid Rock

Stop pointing fingers and take some blame,
Pull your future away from the flame.
Open up your mind and start to live.
Stop short changing your neighbors,
Living off hand outs and favors, and maybe
Give a little bit more than you got to give.
Simplify, testify, identify, rectify.

And when the sunshine showed
Her face I felt like I was ready to die.
Went lookin' for a place to hide,
A hole I could crawl inside.
Long lines,
Whiskey bottles,
And the same old song.
I smell death in the air
And I know it won't be long.

The black cat is back, in original form,
The legible, credible, inevitable storm.
Way past the normal, still misbehaving,
Finger in the air and the flag still waving.
Don't come, don't test the boss
Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross.
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease,
But you can't fuck wit rhymes like these.