Stand Still

Verse 1: Feeling like a soda with Mentos and ready to pop With the top locked, so I'm mementos I pimp flows so no one knows The emotion growing though I chose to choke them Guess I'm Wayne Brady and soon you'll see my other side Unless I kill the noise - homicide But for now, I'ma slide the pencil Like a Ginsu to this instrumental What I been through isn't noteworthy Most would call me another broke nerd. Be Handling my biz, living real privileged Could have a wild life but I put it on ritalin Maybe I've overdosed Cause I'm not moving - comatose Thinking 'bout rapping from coast to coast And slaving for the One who knows the most Chorus: As I stand still at the crossroads I contemplate my past and future And I can't decide how to live my life So I don't know what to move for In a grown man's place with a childish brain And unlike my pace the times keep changing So what I'm saying is that it's time I revise my mission statement Verse 2: Yeah, I really need to make a change. I realize that, but lately... I'm stuck in a rut that I dug myself Just putting up all my cuts at 12 AM making your mornings my night time Most call that putting in grind time But my time is expansive like Great Plains And I tend to hand it to playing games But not only Sony, add slowly molding My rotting brain results solely scolding But it's not emboldening due to my suppression Over so many years even my face lacks an expression Going days and days of staying unfazed I don't emote quotes or a turn of a phrase That's why I'm under pressure; there's no outlet I've had enough displeasure; it's time to shout it But what's next? Where's my set of steps? Nevermind man, better not hold your breath Chorus: As I stand still at the crossroads I contemplate my past and future And I can't decide how to live my life So I don't know what to move for In a grown man's place with a childish brain And unlike my pace the times keep changing So what I'm saying is that it's time I revise my mission statement Verse 3: I've become so numb like LP Looking in the mirror yelling like Kelis "I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!" Bet God's like, "Get in touch, my child" But my attempts end disappointing My heart ain't fit for his anointing Need to reignite my fire for Jehovah But it's hard giving music the cold shoulder With focus divided, I surely will fall Yet the flesh desires to get it all Can maintain a balance Cause lately it seems tightrope ain't one of my talents I need to make a choice though I've given up my voice So you say, "Just write down in pen." But I know the truth, even that I can refuse To follow through if there's a conflict within I know it seems like it's unresolved, but it is...I'm sorry Chorus: As I stand still at the crossroads I contemplate my past and future And I can't decide how to live my life So I don't know what to move for In a grown man's place with a childish brain And unlike my pace the times keep changing So what I'm saying is that it's time I revise my mission statement