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.
Spare me, I don't need your yappin'. I got directions thrown at me. Like I was in need of clues. . All night long, all day, night. Noon, morning, same old song.
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.
Can you feel it. Pumpin' down like heavy love?. Can you feel it. Getting down to rise above?. . The rhythm gets you higher. Than the mountain tops. And everybody's ready.
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.