What guides this fist of mine? My body is a temple, but is it mine? I travel the world to try and find the line that separates the truth and the lie and with every minute alive, another minute dies. When I’m down I’m coming off the ground and when I’m up my eyes are looking all around at you waiting to pounce on you while you wait to stab at me. Why you grabbin at a piece of what I got for me? But me, see, I just ain’t got no time, keep looking for mine. Nothing to waste, fuck running in place. Cause I ain’t no jack, and I ain’t no quitter, and I ain’t done yet, and I’m just beginning. The way I walk and the way I talk, yeah the way I be took my whole life to be. I’m on this road living by my code living by my way, making tomorrow today, right now. It’s alright. It’s all a curveball, this fucked up world y’all. It’s alright. Throw it at me kid, I got a bat for all that shit. It’s alright I said. Crack it back at your punk ass. It’s alright. Eye for eye and tooth for tooth, the world goes round and round and round and round