You see time stops stillnIn the eye of the stormnThe foundation of my homenWhere my rhyming was bornnIt's a rhythmic reality,nA remedy through riddlesnWhere love's a hurricanenAnd you meet me in the middlennIt's the good, the bad,nThe house I furnishnThe crystal clear sea,nThe sound I worshipnThe rush of the city,nThe calm of the OutbacknThe film called LifenWhere my heart is the soundtracknnIt's that lucky streaknWithout no warningnIt's the memory of cartoonsnOn Saturday morningnIt's that classic culturenThat connects the countrynThrough raw energynThat reflects we're hungrynIt's that timeless feelingnThat I get on stagenIt's those government billsnThat I'll never paynIt's that fun I havenFree-styling with my matesnMy little getawaynThat only music can create