Freezin In The Cold

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, no one 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? 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

Imitators 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. No