A Cross for Cain

Out of key with my time Banned from streets of gold ''cause of my rhyme So tell me is there still a world to win Or am I just a captive of the original sin You know I always hit rock bottom God I know itÂ's true The Ides of March Is there nothing I can say or do Again IÂ'm heading east of Eden Hounded by the driving rain You know I'm bound To carry that old cross for cain Kicked out of the promised land I'm a boogier in a forsaken band In the ditch I got both feet in the grave I'm still a roller but I was born a slave You know I always hit rock bottom God I know itÂ's true The Ides of March Is there nothing I can say or do Again IÂ'm heading east of Eden Hounded by the driving rain You know I'm bound To carry that old cross for cain You know I always hit rock bottom God I know itÂ's true The Ides of March Is there nothing I can say or do Again IÂ'm heading east of Eden Hounded by the driving rain You know I'm bound To carry that old cross for cain