It's 1887
And I've got this itch I can't scratch
Get clipper ships with all the riggings
Ice picks and the dogsleds
If I could I would grow a beard
Looking for the center of nothing
To find the point of everything
You be Antarctica
I'll be Shackleton
Now it's 11:11
And it seems like I can't sleep
So I'll check the dogs, check the sails
And maybe grab something to eat
And the men, and the voices in my head
Are calling me insane
You be Antarctica
I'll be Shackleton
Tupac Antarctica
Biggie Shackleton