Eternal

Recognize, that I am not alive
 I survive on the sands in the hourglass of time
 I'm the chalk line, outline
 Everything is mine
 From the wind, to the earth
 To the shadows, far behind
 I'm the stars in the sky
 An' I shine so bright
 I'm eternal
 I'm the reason that the day turns night
 I'm the water and the sun
 I'm the bullet in ya' gun
 I'm the finger on the trigger
 An' I'm 'bout to blast one!
 I ain't ever gave a shit
 All them bitches better recognize
 A dead muthafucker on the block
 An' I'm baptized in blood of the fallen keep it G
 Go ahead, Yosemite Sam!
 Fuck around, be the next hologram!
 Big dog, way off the collar!
 Don't bother, with a case
 Can't keep me locked away, I need my space!
 Goin' six feet deep!
 Where the dead man sleeps!
 With the rats that creep!
 Am I blessed for weeks?
 A-a-a-and the maggots still seep out of open wounds
 Dressed like a vagabond
 Trade the tattered ruines
 I've been left for dead
 Misread and misquoted, been stepped over
 Unless a man would have voted
 Under pressures of those
 With the bloated egos
 Sense of rightousness
 An' the past that they chose
 Never know the half, you would laugh!
 So the path's goin' backwards, real fast!
 That's why they laugh!
 Recognize, that I am not alive
 I survive on the sands, in the hourglass of time
 I'm the chalk line, outline
 Everything is mine
 From the wind, to the earth
 To the shadows far behind
 I'm the stars in the sky
 An' I shine so bright
 I'm eternal
 I'm the reason that the day turns night
 I'm the water an' the sun
 I'm the bullet in ya' gun
 I'm the finger on the trigger
 An' I'm 'bout to blast one!
 It's all about broke, you bitches better hope
 I 'on't see you on the streets
 'Cause I'm going to your dome
 With the handle of the 38 special
 Fuck the tissue!
 Facial reconstruction, from the beating that I issue
 Fuck you, no one miss you!
 You's a bitch!
 It's official!
 Talk that shit, get your neck slit quick
 On some box cutter shit, off the graveyard shift
 Laugh as blood drips
 Yelling "Magic Ninja, bitch!"
 You think you know me?
 If only! You fuckin' phony!
 Think a muthafucka can control me?
 You can blow me!
 An' blow balls, of the has-been stars as they fall
 They about as relevant, as a mall
 Beaten an' tired off last march of the end
 Take your last five bucks, savor the last dance
 You had your chance, did yo' thing, pop idols
 Had everything in your grips
 Jus' like you won the lotto!
 Recognize, that I am not alive
 I survive on the sands, in the hourglass of time
 I'm the chalk line, outline
 Everything is mine
 From the wind
 To the earth
 To the shadows far behind
 I'm the stars in the sky, an'
 I shine so bright
 I'm eternal
 I'm the reason that the day turns night
 I'm the water and the sun
 I'm the bullet in ya' gun
 I'm the finger on the trigger
 An' I'm 'bout to blast one!