[Verse 1:] Now ever since I took my wife's hand for my life span I feel like I've been spendin more time with my mic stand and my pipe man Things are getting heated, almost got a nice tan Head up in the clouds, I get too high, I got no flight plan So what's next? Should I keep speakin my mind Keep on, readin the signs, tryin to keep wit the times They say freedom is blind, and I can't see the future So I got to make it work, there ain't no plan B for Luke here I drop beats and spit bars and try to get established man But I keep gettin barred from every bar establishment I need to keep it focused like a camera lens But I handle everything from music to the management And I must be heaven sent, but I'm sittin at the bottom I should be at a level 10, so where's my medals man They said music will influence the people who listen to it So I'm tryin to contribute wit what I do, so get into it
[Chorus:] Now I don't know where I should go See the same things happen, everything is on hold So, I need to grow, or take control I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold So now what should I do? I don't know Write another verse? I don't know Make another album? I don't know
[Verse 2:] I know a couple emcees who think they better than me Well if you can't beat them, sign them and put HalfLife behind them I played the role of coach, plus the ref and the linesman Show you what not to do, so you can put your time in Self made man, noone helped or gave a hand (nope) Livin month to month, I worked for months to pay the rent So now I take the reigns, I major, I major made Ya I talk a lot of shit, a lot of things stay the same I still break the chains, kids stay in your lane Learn to listen, stop dissin, burnin bridges, nothin changed The same motha fuckas who got beef with me Are the same motha fuckas wanting beats from me You want ? after, from producer to weak rapper I speed past ya, and turn pages on each chapter You beat jacker, give it up and walk away You make it hard for a kid to love a culture these days
[Chorus:] Now I don't know where I should go See the same things happen, everything is on hold So, I need to grow, or take control I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold So now what should I do? I don't know Should I make another beat? I don't know Should I quit smokin weed? I don't know You think they're ready for it? No I ain't ready for it. No
[Verse 3:] A lot of rappers run they mouth, but they run when shit starts Immitators wit no substance, like armpit farts And most rappers now a days claim that pimpin's easy But they girlfriends' look cheaper than Canadian tv I'm a main character, of course I'll be winning kid I never had to sell my soul like Bart Simpson did I go no tour, I'm drinkin liquor til it's tasteless Half in the bag, like potato sack races Is that supposed to be the way, make a livin, get paid Smoke weed, drink liquor everyday, I can't complain But shit will take it's toll, I know I'll feel it when I'm old I got direction in my life, but I don't know where to go
[Chorus:] Now I don't know where I should go See the same things happen, everything is on hold So, I need to grow, or take control I gotta make a move now or I'm freezin in the cold So now what should I do? I don't know Get a real job? I don't know Or maybe go commercial.. I don't know You think they're ready for it? No Cause I ain't ready for it. NoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
