There's a wind that blows through me
It's keeps me cold
It keeps me lonely
It keeps me focused
It keeps me hungry
It keeps me awake
It keeps me thirsty
Constantly dreaming of that celestial lake

I suppose it would make them happy
If I were to simply hold my spot
Flow with the status quo
And what not
Jump!
How high massa?
Run!
How quick suh?
Do this!
Do that!
No why or what?
Slow!
Fast!
Right away boss
Boy,
They can kiss my ass!

I want to be my own conductor
Not some robotic player for the “old” master
Or mistress
Whichever cap fits them best
I'm not quite as foolish
Not quite as reckless
Or as careless 
As some might think
There's a method to the madness
Even if it's occasionally
Executed unconsciously
There's always more to every story
It's why I like Uri

You have to know when to give and take
Can't always bludgeon your way to the cake
Living on your sleeve
Powered by cold pride
Is a one-way ride
To a spot 
Just below the coveted top
Within and not even within reach
Of the golden cup

It doesn't matter who you are
The greatest generals were the ones
Who recognized and navigated successfully
The not so obvious nuances of war
One man alone
Ain't gonna make it home
Not in this insane
Rain
Perhaps then four or two or three
Whatever it takes to write a new history

There's a wind that blows through me
It's keeps me cold
It keeps me lonely
It keeps me focused
It keeps me hungry
It keeps me awake
It keeps me thirsty
Constantly dreaming of that celestial lake

When the deck is stacked
It takes a maverick
Prancing outside the box
To turn the tables
On ye olde fox


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