No need to roam into the unknown Got the whole world outside my window Gotta fill the belly And toughen the bones 'Cause it's he who endures long, who finds his true home
I go days without sleep, weeks and won't eat Walk on broke glass and coats with bare feet Watch me perform feats beyond belief Withstand the freezing cold and extreme heat I may receive beatings, and calm the heartbeat I learn to endure and to ignore pain By shutting off nerves that inform the brain Sustained by the air, sunshine, and rain Refrain till necessity is all that remains I hold my breath in 4 minutes and 40 seconds These old yogis, they come to me for lessons And when they exit, they ask for my blessings Like Christians begging for forgivness in confession Hearing my song is like getting your palms read Telling you thoughts going on in your mom's head Telling vets what the Sarge in Vietnam said Reuniting them with friends who had been long dead Knowing word for word what a letter you read said From an ex-lover who double-crossed, and then you saw red
No need to roam into the unknown Got the whole world outside my window Gotta fill the belly And toughen the bones 'Cause it's he who endures long, who finds his true home (2X)
Life is short, so my rhymes are morbid Dark and obscure like Jim Morrison Cats talk shit, but I just ignore it Oblivious going about my own biz Compose shit as dope as Mr. Holland's Opus 'Cause I'm more focused then a microscope is Remain absorded in great concentration More profound then any ancient meditation Close my eyes and I'm on vacation All caught up in my latest creation
No need to roam into the unknown Got the whole world outside my window Gotta fill the belly And toughen the bones 'Cause it's he who endures long, who finds his true home (2X)
My love for life is stronger than my fear of death And my soul won't rest after my last breath I'm haunting any man who ever crossed me wrong Walking through their walls long after I'm gone In the form I was before I was born I learned all this through constant hardships To harness the Force we all were born with The ascetic, auto telic Martial Artist Often regarded as brutally honest Fearless, wide-eyed but tearless Carefully careless in full awareness In all fairness, you can't compare this No radio station out there will air this This is rare shit, some rip out your hair shit It's how I spit over kick and snare hits
No need to roam into the unknown Got the whole world outside my window Gotta fill the belly And toughen the bones 'Cause it's he who endures long, who finds his true home (2X)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
