Eye Of The Storm

You see time stops still

In the eye of the storm

The foundation of my home

Where my rhyming was born

It's a rhythmic reality,

A remedy through riddles

Where love's a hurricane

And you meet me in the middle

It's the good, the bad,

The house I furnish

The crystal clear sea,

The sound I worship

The rush of the city,

The calm of the Outback

The film called Life

Where my heart is the soundtrack

It's that lucky streak

Without no warning

It's the memory of cartoons

On Saturday morning

It's that classic culture

That connects the country

Through raw energy

That reflects we're hungry

It's that timeless feeling

That I get on stage

It's those government bills

That I'll never pay

It's that fun I have

Free-styling with my mates

My little getaway

That only music can create