"Strolling through this cold world on my own..." - Tone Dogg Raw's Perilous Journey (produced by Cal-S-thetics, co-produced by Ric the New Rulah)
So. Cal locals addressing necessities and building upon legacies to fulfill our destinies. Straight Hip Hop, No Chaser...
Let us introduce you to Cal-S-thetics- resident producer and emcee, Tone Dogg Raw- raw rhyme writer and emcee, and Ric the New Rula- beatbox general and emcee all of whom are delighted to have ya on this voyage with us upon the Glass Bottom Boat aka the Pens Men's ship aka the window to the world. Watch as our pens flow on fresh soundwaves opening up the world through the porthole of hip hop...
Story behind the song
Gotta ask Tony for sure, but I know musically he was listening to "Hail Mary" a lot at the time among a plethora of other circumstances. It is like a concept he elaborated on after we came up with a name like a year before at Denny's. He wrote both verses without the beat and the beginning and the end to the beat. As far as the beat goes: first, I sampled the end and kinda interrpolated the drums. Second, Ricardo brought over some buried treasure from the closet and we sampled the intro. Then, months went by without any progress. Finally, one day I just got in one of those fuck it make something moods and finished the middle and that night I drove down to SD and we recorded this gem. "The Last Man" by Mary Shelley
Lyrics
(Intro)
Nomadic Tribesman...
see, he sustains life by traveling because nothing can sustain him in one place. his family, his race depends on his movement.
on the otherhand, the last man is stranded with no friends, humanity is no friend to him. he is abandoned, left lonely. Tony can atest to this...
Tell the chief of man's tribe/ that my belief has died...
(Tone Dogg Raw)
Where the fuck am I going?/
Where will this path take me?/
What the fuck am I doing?/
There's no one to save me?/
Where will they receive me?/
I gots to keep moving/
so no one will deceive me/
Where the fuck am I going?/
Where will this path lead me?/
I gots to keep moving/
It's not gon' be easy/
It's not gon' be easy/
believe me/ believe me/
(Verse 1)
Strolling, through this cold world on my own/
licking my wounds, fighting this war all alone/
it's full blown/ and I only got my own 2 to stand on/
it's a sad song/ I hate to say it, but who the fuck can I depend on/
all I can do is rely on myself and stay strong/
sometimes I feel blind to others/ I gots my eyes on mine/
I always stay on the grind/ searching for love anywhere I can find/
living my life on the one time/ hoping days go slow/
it's dark, I need sunshine, advance on it solo/
scower the wasteland/ guided only by my hand/
when my peeps hear this they probably not gon' understand/
I got flocks of friends/
still I am/ a lonely man/
trudging barefoot through this sun-baked sand/
with no plan/ a nomad, journeying, learning who the fuck I am/
I'm full of life, but I'm thirsty/ and my cup is empty/
I have things, but when it comes down to it I ain't got shit except me/
mind, body and soul/ with the goal/ to one day behold/
on the road to grow besides my homies although/
they don't know/ when I'm sad or frightened/
that's not some shit I chose to share with my tribesmen/
this place is grimey and I'm like single brown dot on white sheets/
who the fuck should I look out for besides me/
I don't play, I act wisely/ making my eyes see the shiesty/
who the fuck/ could I trust/ on this globe's crust?/
man, look at me and all the dirt that I does/
the man in the mirror is trying to get me in his clutch/
and set the standards, how else could I adjust?/
I gots to keep moving/
I gots to keep moving/
where will this path lead me/
I gots to keep moving/
it's not gon' be easy/
(Verse 2)
I traverse/ the earth/
in search/ of the worst/
with the thirst/ to get there first/
why was I blessed with this curse/
this terrain is like a maze/
and I'm just trying to navigate/
find a way/ and relocate/
and I can't count the days/
so I blaze/ and stay with some strays/
I move through the sewer/ to find a super/
chick then scoop-her/ up in my whip
wondering what bus stop to drop this chick off after I screw her/
for all I know this bitch is trying to due me like medusa/
I love the taste of faith/ it's something other than my grace/ why would it be such a waste?/
I hope I got time/ to find/ the shinto shrine/
and see a shine refined enough to make me go blind/
of the asinine/ put my stars aligned/ with the prime/
if not then I'm a manifest/ aimlessly, for the rest/ of what's left/
courageously step/ to another set/
bravery's a subject/ I've yet/ to forget/
the prospect of fear's not in my dialect/
my balls make me disconnect/
fuck the world with my dick in the dirt/
I bust nuts on the face of the map/
traverse the earth as I'm saying this rap/
why does it hurt?/
I traverse/ the earth/
in search/ of the worst/
with the thirst to get there first/
why was I blessed with this curse?/
(Chorus repeats once)
Nomadic Tribesman/ riding/
uninvited/ through desolate environmet/
trying but never finding enlightenment/
traversing terrain/ searching in vain/
climbing reverse of the grain/
with the hurt and pain/ of blind men
absorb the darkness, like the dirt does to rain/
striving for shining, but it's the hardest curse to sustain/ dying's the only
