 Look at that boy Atlas Carrying that hairy ass globe all them years Wasn't nothing slack about his back He's still on the job We can't just drop the world Just because it done fell off like bad dope And go sit somewhere In a cloud of smoke To lift it higher is our steady desire And raise it we did if nowhere else but in our minds Yet this is where it must begin Time and time and time again Let me begin it to begin it And begin it to begin it And begin it to begin it And begin again