​stic.man, Martin Luther - Runner's High lyrics

Pushing forward at a comfortable pace
The race is not for the swift
I just take it in stride
Both feet on the ground
But it feel like I'm touching the sky
No drug in my veins I got a Runner's High

I put my soul on the concrete
The rhythm of my breath
Controls my heart beat
Adrenaline pumping, leg muscles working
I take off on the runway
The asphalt is my airport
But, I fly with my feet on the floor
Get away for an hour or more
When I run I can feel the breeze
I feel free and at ease
Like a bird flying over the sea
Like an African Gazelle running wild and free
I see the dirt roads in Kenya
The Masai's feet
And it's the same blood that runs through me
When it feels like I'm running on empty
Or running out of time
Or stress keep running through my mind
I resolve to continue
Keep my chest up pushing forward
Overstanding everything has to
Run it's course
My legs are my wings they allow
Me to soar and endure

This life is a journey
Some will go and some are coming
Like a river keeps on running find a way

This life is a journey
Some will go and some are coming
On the path forever learning
Stay in the race

Put, one foot in front of the other
Hit the ground running the
Streets under the rubber
Running through the hood
Sewage running through the gutter
Kids growing up hungry with
Barely running water
I see the little brother
Little league pop warner
Wanna' be a running back
It's just him and his mother no father
And she knows if he run
On the corner he gonner
So the football field is where
He running for cover
We all running in some form or another
If not to score a touchdown just
To go a step further watch the hurdles
Remember the rabbit moved fast but he
Came in last after the turtle
I won't waste my time running in circles
I know where I'm going and
I'mma get there with focus
I go for the goal like Jackie Joyner
The race is not for the swift
It's a test of endurance

It's a mind and body connection

Yes it is a painful journey, at times
And adrenaline is running and if
Your calves are killing you
What you wanna' think struggling
What you wanna' think instead of Wow this is
Really difficult I'm having a tough time
What you wanna' think is I'm giving it my all

If you're having a particularly hard
Race you try to picture
Focus on somebody in front
Of you pretend like they're pulling you up
Like giving you a rope like
Getting you there, getting you
Over that hill, up and over

A journey of a thousand miles begins
One step at a time
I refuse to sit back on the side
And let life keep passing me by
Pushing forward at a comfortable pace
The race is not for the swift
I just take it in stride
Both feet on the ground
But it feel like I'm touching the sky
No drug in my veins I got a Runner's High