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Oh, snap, this beat is too hard
I take lots of risks
I take shots and miss
Yet I'm not known for incompetence
In fact, it is quite the opposite
I shout out 'present' for that five percent
And face consequence to build confidence
And I'm bound to fall
But I'm bound to rise
It's just Father God in my entourage
I'm like maharajas
Radio and mags won't plug the God
But can't plug the Gaza
Lowering the bar
then wonder why they are none the wiser
Never mind the fact
That it's nothing like an act
So I don't rehearse
I'm like Sampson in reverse
I'm 'Boy Sand, main man to the introverts
I go hard
Don't follow me online
I gave energy to that bull for a long time
Every morning, I ignore warnings of all kinds
So if you're looking for the norm
You've got the wrong guy
If you're looking for a fad
You've got the wrong lad
And if you're looking for the same
You caught the wrong train
If you're looking for a hack
I'll never write back
But if you're looking for the champ
You found the right chap
And if you're looking for the Aes
You're in the right place
He's the producer of the tracks
So you're on the right track
In fact, if you have any taste
You'll make a screw face
From flavor you could never squeeze into
Your spice rack
I'm safe in any space that I presently take up
And I prefer to live the dream rather than wake up
So when you pat me on the head
You better say, "Duck"
I go hard
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I soak in sun
And breathe out sky
"Boy Sand's in the building"
Nah, I much prefer to be outside
I have an inquiry in mind for the rookies and veterans
Ladies and gentlemen
What other guy you know's 6'5, not at all menacing
As well versed in Indigenous medicine?
Been awhile I learned a couple things about life in general
Been around used to never wear jeans
Jeans fit better now
Raving and ranting
I'm like Fred Hampton chewing on rattlesnake plantain
In other words, I go hard
I'm not scared to cry
I'm not scared to die
I'm not scared of heights
But I'm scared of 'try'
And I'm scared of 'can't'
And I'm scared of 'might', that's right
I can not stand breathing air that's not rarified
I like my media rare
I don't like anything medium-rare or fried
Bare in mind
I tried the other side and I couldn't bear it
Left me with a barren mind
Said goodbye
Praise divine that this brain of mine is on
rain or shine
Keep that matter under mind
I will not be undermined
Write this down, then underline
I go hard
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One more thing
Some more string theory
Freshly matured
Fresh chimichurri
Pets might leave cemeteries
Would-be priests might leave seminary
I am my own judge and jury
What luxury
Without knowledge of the self
there is nothing more dreary
than the universe of the 21st century
So I do not worry
It is not at all necessary
I am back off of meat and dairy
Think I might do it 'til I'm dead and buried
I'm not here to monitor the commentary
I don't have time for the 'Tom & Jerry'
Much to the contrary, I go hard
Harder still
I'm hard to kill
I go hard wearing big shoes no one has a chance to fill
I go so hard, Congress tried to pass a bill
It didn't pass, but still
If you ever see me, lay back and chill
Instead of goin' full blast, 'cause I have and will
And I just stopped to smell daffodils
Okay, done
Let's have fun
Three's too much
On the count of one
Not go hard?
On account of what?
That sounds dumb
Duh!
Otherwise, I'm bored
Let me be straightforward
Let me keep this short
You can rest assured
I go hard
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The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D
The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D
The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D)
WRITERS
Angel Del Villar, Ian Bavitz
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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Top Emotion
Fear
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Theme
Abuse and Violence
