There's a tonne of life in the vein
Waking up every morning and feeling the weight
But you have to put yourself through the test
Like passing through a furnace
You could either make it through, or pass out
Would you rather sit at home and guess the buyings
And sellings at the market?
Since the moment I entered this body, in the enclave of
Mama's pouch, I've not ceased to move.
But for every movement, there is a direction,
Even to the aimless.