Lookin' up from a wayside ditch now. Lookin' up from your pitch black hole in the ground. There's only one place left for you to go. Uncharted territories will unfold.
Such a long while now. Since my highs dropped to lows. You know the sad part is. It's starting to show. That I ain't been quite myself now. For quite a long time.
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.