Текст:
Now I live in these beats
No matter where I roam
Wander down the streets 'till I make it back home
Sand from the beach still stuck between my toes
My hands and my feet buildin' buildings of stone
Face to the sky with a breeze through my hair
Friends that are gone, I'll find you right here
I don't look to dirt when I know you're in the air
Not another fool who thinks life should be fair
God's a referee with a whistle in his mouth
He blows every time there's a foul or time-out