| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home
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| I go days without sleep, weeks and won’t eat
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| Walk on broke glass and coals with bare feet
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| Watch me perform feats beyond belief
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| Withstand the freezing cold and extreme heat
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| I may receive beatings, but won’t know defeat
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| Slow down my breathin' and calm the heartbeat
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| I learn to endure and to ignore pain
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| By shuttin' off nerves that inform the brain, sustained
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| By the air, sunshine, and rain, refrain
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| 'Til necessities all that remains
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| I hold my breath in four minutes and forty seconds
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| These old yogis, they come to me for lessons
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| And when they exit, they ask for my blessings
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| Like Christians begging forgiveness 'n' confession
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| Hearin' my song is like gettin' your palms read
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| Tellin' you thoughts going on in your mom’s head
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| Tellin' vets what the Serge in Vietnam said
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| Reunitin' them with friends who had been long dead
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| Knowin' word-for-word what a letter you read said
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| From an ex-lover who double-crossed, and then you saw red
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| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home
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| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home
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| Life is short, so my rhymes are morbid
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| Dark and obscure like Jim Morrison
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| Cats talk shit, but I just ignore it
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| Oblivious, going about my own bis'
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| Compose shit as dope as Mr. Holland’s Opus
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| 'Cause I’m more focused then a microscope is
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| Remain absorbed in great concentration
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| More profound than any ancient meditation
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| Close my eyes and I’m on vacation
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| All caught up in my latest creation
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| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home
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| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home
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| My love for life’s stronger than my fear of death
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| And my soul won’t rest after my last breath
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| I’m hauntin' any man who ever crossed me wrong
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| Walkin' through their walls long after I’m gone
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| In the form I was before I was born
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| I learned all this through constant hardships
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| To harness the Force we all was born with
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| The ascetic, auto telic Martial Artist
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| Often regarded as brutally honest
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| Fearless, wide-eyed but tearless
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| Carefully careless in full awareness
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| In all fairness, you can’t compare this
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| No radio station out there will air this
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| This is rare shit, some «rip-out-your-hair» shit
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| It’s how I spit over kick and snare hits
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| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home
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| No need to roam into the unknown, got the
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| Whole world outside my window, gotta
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| Fill the belly and toughen the bones
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| He endures long who finds his true home |