I WAS BORN IN A TOMB IN THE FLESH OF THE WOMB
I SHALL LEAVE THIS PLANET WITH THE MARK OF A BOOM
MY NAME'S NOT SWEPT UNDER RUGS WITH THE BROOM
AND WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND LIKE A FAMILY HEIRLOOM
SOME JUST EXIST IN THE MIDST WAITIN' DOOM
GETTIN' COLD CHILLS LIKE SOME DARK SIDES OF THE MOON
I WARMED PEOPLE'S HEARTS MANY SUMMERS IN A JUNE
LIVED IT REAL VIVID AND IT NEVER ENDED SOON
NEVER UNDERMIND MY SHINE, IT'S 'UNDERLINED'
LIKE FINE WINE, SNIFF THE CORK THAT NEW YORK DESIGNED
POETIC MOTION IN THOUGHT, TALK AND RHYME
BE WALKIN' HALLWAYS OF TIME - OH, IT'S SO SUBLIME
WE EXIST FOR A PURPOSE, YOU CANNOT HURT THIS
BEGINNING TO THE ENDING IS WORTH THIS
SURVIVED MANY FIGHTS IN THIS LIFE, NO DOUBT
AND MY FIRE CONTINUES BURNIN' 'TILL LIGHT GOES OUT --

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