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 5 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 maharajahs
Radio and mags won't plug the guy
But can't plug the geyser
Lowering the bar then wonder why they aren't none the wiser
Nevermind 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
And if you're looking for a hack I'll never write back
But if you're looking for the champ you've got the right chap
And if you're looking for the ace you're in the right place
He's the producer of the track so you're on the right track
In fact if you have any taste you'll make a screwface
From flavor you could never squeeze into your spice rack
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
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
The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D
I soak in sun
Breathe out sky
Boy Sand's in the building
Now 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 6'5" not at all menacing
As well versed in indigenous medicine
Been a while
Learned a couple things 'bout 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 cannot stand breathing air that's not rarified
I like my media rare
I don't like anything medium rare or fried
Bear in mind
Tried the other side and I couldn't bare 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
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
The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D
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 till I'm dead and buried
I'm not here to monitor commentary
I don't have the time for the Tom and 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 going full blast it's '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
Duhhh
Otherwise I'm bored
Let me be straight forward
Let me keep this short
You can rest assured
I go hard
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
The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D