The traveler (high time)

And I never seen a snake fly/

Or a legacy that's great die/

Or a remedy that takes lives/

Fight, strive, vie, ride, keep the faith high/

If you hurt don't show 'em no frown/

Or a nervous sweat that flows out/

You gotta work to get that gold crown/

Hound style, even if you gotta slow down/

Down, down—nah! You ain't never gonna stay down/

Even if you fall and taste ground/

Ground, bound—nah! I'm moving inter-dimensional little by little/

And riddle by riddle/

I whittle my mental/

Till I win the gold medal; champ in the middle/

And so the traveler journeyed on/

With his bindle and worry songs/

Embraced by that which he'd seen last—darkness/

Till it succumbed to the ancient blade: The Green Flash/

So you say you wanna give up?!/

And you got nothing to live for?!/

You wanna drown off in a river?!/

Listen, you got a purpose and a mission!!/

Hard times create strong minds/

Dark mines create gold fine/

So walk tall with a long stride/

Doubt never made a lake dry/

A couch never made a lace tie/

Mount, let your wings splay wide/

Take flight—fly—smile when you wave bye/

Bye! Cuz I'm moving inter-dimensional, little by little/

And riddle by riddle/

I whittle my mental/

Till I win the gold medal; champ in the middle/

And so the traveler journeyed on with his goals in mind/

Like gold to be mined/

And though his soul was blind/

He was shown a sign/

And I never seen a snake fly/

Or a legacy that's great die/

Or a remedy that takes lives/

Fight, strive, vie, ride, keep the faith high/

If you hurt don't show 'em no frown/

Or a nervous sweat that flows out/

You gotta work to get that good crown/

Hound style even if you gotta slow down/

E-N-E-R-G-Y/

You're burning away/

You're learning today/

Burning away... 

E-N-E-R-G-Y/

You're burning away/

You're learning today/

Preserve it, I say/

Conserve it, I say/

Persevere, I say/

Till failure's M.I.A./

And so the traveler journeyed on/

With his bindle and glory songs/

No longer to fade in obscurity/

No longer hating purity/

Solar power strengthened his weary days/

With a fiery gaze to pierce the blurry haze/

He raised his feet, even through the brownest sand,/

Till he reached an oasis ... The Promised Land/