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
(Verse 1) 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
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
(Verse 2) Life is short, so my rhymes are morbid
Dark and obscure like Jim Morrison
Cats talk s***, but I just ignore it
Oblivious going about my own biz
Compose s*** 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
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
(Verse 3) 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 s***, some rip out your hair s***
It's how I spit over kick and snare hits
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
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
(Verse 1) 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
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
(Verse 2) Life is short, so my rhymes are morbid
Dark and obscure like Jim Morrison
Cats talk s***, but I just ignore it
Oblivious going about my own biz
Compose s*** 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
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
(Verse 3) 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 s***, some rip out your hair s***
It's how I spit over kick and snare hits
(Repeat Chorus 2X)