Early morning feeling depressed room a mess down on myself
Painting of my last album cover upon my shelf
Stare at myself in the mirror attempting to hold a tear in
Thinking maybe I’m just no different than anyone else
Or is it just my location my heart is in Pennsylvania
The love of my life my family all the friends that I hang with
But if I could get away and spend a year in LA
Then maybe I can find a way to really be an entertainer
Should I switch up my angle and start working with teams
Write lyrics for other artists and settle behind the scenes
My main goals have never revolved around cream
But if it’s a means to an end should I make it by any means
Maybe I should open a studio to record
Start focusing on other artists and stay behind the boards
It’ll never make a McLarren of my seventeen Accord
But I could engineer for people who actually go on tour
Or should I just dedicate myself to the Lord
Focus all my energy on being healthy and pure
Organic diet for sure I could pray and go to the mosque
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so lost
Should I give up on being my own boss and go apply some place
That offers medical and dental and a salary pay
Security to start a family and make sure they’re straight
Keep clothes on their backs and food on their plates
Or should I move out the states
Connect with my heritage in the Middle East
Travel to Greece and start a farm with cattle and sheep
Go to Italy and get married my lady can meet her family
FaceTiming loved ones back home every week
I heard it’s for the weak, so maybe I shouldn’t sleep
Stay up and work until my dream becomes a reality
And keep climbing the mountain until I get to the peak
And drop an album with Drizzy and Meek
Or is it really this deep
Should I just go with the way the universe flow
Be content with the I don’t know and continue to love and grow
I say namaste as I contemplate my every move
The only thing I really know is I don’t know what to do
I’m confused, how do I know what to choose
I wake up with the blues
By afternoon I’m enthused
Refuse to fall for the ruse in the palms of satan
It’s true that we’re Gods creation
Inshallah we find a way but for now, contemplation