One day to old, I got the truth
Of the hard living, of the success
Chasing the life foot by foot
Assuming pain in to my chest
But still that day, it have to come
The day that comes for every man
i search for life, I search for fame
I have a lot to do until then
From the today I am the best
From the tomorrow I'm not afraid
I spend my life from east to west
Lets pay the god what have to be paid
I own the world, I own the weakness
I own the truth, I own the love
I own my baby, I own the sickness
I own whatever coming above
Still then let's everything be the same
I will be me, and the world will be then
They will search life I will search fame
From one to ten I will be ten
I talk a lot about my self
Today to everybody I can show
But from nobody what have to left
From one nobody nothing can grow
One day, to old, I got the truth
Of the hard living, of the success
Chasing the life foot by foot
Assuming pain in to my chest
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