Homeboy Sandman - Go Hard lyrics

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 & mags won't plug the god But can't plug the gaza Lowering the bar, then wonder why they are none the wiser Nevermind the fact That it's nothing like an act So I don't rehearsе I'm like Sampson in reversе 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 screwface 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 (The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D) x4 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 Bear 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 (The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D) x4 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 (The G, the O, the H, the A, the R, the D) x4