 Runnin' the run, I'm joggin' on tour, healthy, seein' the globe The word in my palms, I'm shoppin' my line, these gums you see in the post I come from Sudan, the land of the black is strong, but ain't need a hope A war goin' on with factions, sellin' our soul to foolin' for gold My father was right in the action, feedin' the masses, he is the GOAT He said if we could outlast him, we could surpass him, seein' the gold He gettin' old, I ask him, with all the clashin', how would he cope? He laughed and told me a lie, the one with the answers, how would he know?