I been fightin' gravity since I was two.. . Questers of the prize. Blind men in the snow.. Some streak the skies. I choose to go below.. . Skin moves towards malignant.
Renegade. . come here boy. . There was this kid in our neighborhood. His Pop had named him Renegade. He lived up to his name. With all the trouble that he made.
The Earth it did crack open. On the day that I was born. And a thousand merry pranksters. Came dancin' through the storm.. . I lay cradle bound. A howlin' out my mind.