Sixth Sense - The Search Goes On lyrics

[Intro] X 2 These songs ain't me They're just the way I feel at a particular moment And at this particular moment, the search goes on [Verse 1] Sometimes I swear if it wasn't for the mic I wouldn't get dressed and go through this piss-test We all call "life" Without being about to fall right on my face So I never run in place And always try to cover up my mistakes Cause running takes energy And going nowhere's a waste And if you mess up, all of a sudden You're subject to hate, well, great There's no escape We all get ten seconds to get our point across And then we're supposed to shut up (man, wait wait wait wait wait wait) People in a rush to get nowhere They hurry up to get past that; once they're there They're in a hurry to leave to find a place to relax at They hurry up and relax, cause they had other plans Seeds in a hurry to be a plant I'm a boy in a hurry to be a man But I can't Damn, I just wanna display these sk**s And not have to worry about a square Three mils or paying bills Just the thought sends chills down my spine Hell yeah I rhyme But I need to find something to do for real Word to G Pu that's a ten year vet Who invested mad talent and still ain't seen a paycheck He's asking what's next? I'm up to my neck in compliments So I'm pretty deep up in it And I'm already at the point Where only music keeps me grinning And look, I'm still sitting and trying to write rhymes I'm an emcee Even if that's all I ever am in my whole lifetime (why you still trying...) Yeah, I'm an emcee Even if that's all I ever am in my whole lifetime [Hook] Where am I going? I'm not really sure I think it's in a good direction but it's all a blur All's I can do is show love, put in effort, and try And maybe I'll accomplish finding myself before I die Where are you going? Are you sure? In order to know who you are you gotta know who you were In order to know who you'll be In order to be free, I don't know about you But the search goes on for me [Verse 2] I can win battles, make albums, write books Raise a kid, go to college all or none of the above Spend every night in the club; waste my life on d** Try to change the corrupt world or Meet a girl and fall in love; write a screenplay Design freeways, be a high-school teacher (be the voice trying to reach the one furthest from the speaker) Live in the country or the city; have a dog or a kitty Sleep til noon eat some shrooms and bathe in self-pity If you choose the emcee route It might take you til you're dead Before half the people that heard you Understand what you said I'll take a breath, before I throw this statement out: I don't complain I just give you something to complain about Emcees should know their limitations I'm patiently waiting to reach, my destination Through this current occupation of speech But me, I listen to what I'm told After so much work and so much time, sh** gets old My goal is not to be the illest with the flow But if I am, it's cause I'm persistent and it shows You got your definition of accomplishments I got my own; mine ain't got to do with dough Just finding my soul Word to Michael Jordan, Bruce Lee Tiger Woods and Bill Gates I'ma keep carrying my man's greats Until I can conversate with fate And ask if it's a waste holding a mic, sh** At any rate, I hope you like it [Hook] Where am I going? I'm not really sure I think it's in a good direction but it's all a blur All's I can do is show love put in effort and try And maybe I'll accomplish finding myself before i die Where are you going? Are you sure? In order to know who you are you gotta know who you were In order to know who you'll be In order to be free, yo, I don't know about you But the search goes on for me The search goes on for me