Tour is War - Josh Martinez

Another instore, another night on tour

Maybe I can meet some strangers I can pretend to make friends with

I only ever see the bar, the hotel or the highway

We drive, sleep and drink, arrive Half dead

Then bring the crowd alive With the live rap music

Couple smokes couple sodas and a high five

Promoters owe us so let’s get some booze up in the dive

Respect the honest living but its giving me grief

I’m spending time spinning through the linen supple women in my reach

Where did the day go, on whose say so

I left my wallet and keys in san diego

I’ve stopped manning the lighthouse that guides ships to shore

I don’t care about your wherabouts, dood I’m on tour

Working hard for my money try to spread a little bread

And feed a flock of deadbeats get em drunk and on the pot

I don’t make a lot of money but live a life inspired

By living off the fruits of my work so I can be retired

Sit in a lounge chair where I’m allowed to just relax

I don’t fit into your bracket, I don’t pay the income tax

Palletes smitten with musical talents

We walk on razorblades and can still find balance

It pays to be patient amidst all the unrest that comes from the palace

It weighs on my days

It makes me think in waves, of strong drink and hidden caves

Whoever blinks first is forced to disperse

And I’m craving the ways of the traveller trail blazing

Taking time to be engulfed in something so amazing

Rediscovering the reason I love touring in the first place

If I do this for the loot then I’m dealing with worse case

Love and hate the state they call being on the road

Haven’t dated in 3 years, feel ready to explode

But I’m a man on the move the landscape the moon

The need to feed off this planet’s life until my doom

Everybody knows that hard work shows

It separates the fakes from the pros

Shit happens you learn from it, you get to the top

Then you burn to return to the summit

I’m only one rapper in a bunch of pigeonholed kids whose goal was

Just be patient, avoid the temptation

The stagnation, it’s all location location

I listen /follow tradition, pay dues to musicians

Praises due Taj Mahal — gone fishing

First star wishing that I might glisten with good luck

Just another cog in the piston just waiting to get stuck