The dynamite that sits inside my head Could be set off at any time I'm leaving the lanes (?) Scorcese's eyes could scarce believe The search (?) that are so commonplace to me Trust fate to fail But it ain't easy When you're living hand to mouth It feels like crying It's a function of my mind Claiming souls all search in place (?) In you case you ever try to chase your dream And ever again (?) You feel your skeleton collide With navel (?) as your ripped insides explode (?) Where there's a will there's no way But it ain't easy When you're living hand to mouth You just keep trying But your future's been mapped out