The Place with No Name

you gotta give it to the man with the lyrical wit
his rhymes so tight every time that he spit
it's legit so right he don't talk about tits
cuz it's the stuff in his mind that makes him famous
and all ya'll out there seem to be grasping @ straws,
take a moment, listen the stuff he's rasping so raw
is it on sex, on drugs, on money and fears? nah
it's about life and hope on wisdom and tears
it's about spending the life scrapping on by
but listening to the ppl telling ya aim for the sky,
hearing them tell you to follow your dreams
but turn around and tell you your dreams are obscene
and there's no way you can do what you set out to do
you wish you got the ability to make that come true
but keep your head about you, without a doubt,
cuz it's trusting that everything will work itself out
it's nose to the grindstone but just for today
work for the money that'll you get paid,
but look to the dreams of your later days,
cuz it ain't worth working just to be paid
but it's payment to do your God given work,
you love what you do and the fulfillment's berzerk


and so now,
your mind's inspired and your losing your breath
your brains enlightened, the clouds have left
and you sit back and ya think now how can this be
why can't no-body see what i see
what don't someone else aim where i aim
far past the reaches of sky where the place has no name
cuz aiming for the sky seems dandy but plain
i'm gonna soar past the sky, past them aeroplanes
Aim past the sky, friend, do your research
know that you're more than you think that you're worth
And once you get there and established your fame
put your name in lights in the place with no name.