Then there are the times in my life    When I feel trapped    Feel there's no way out    No escape    To be honest I don't know where my life is goin    Where I'll end up at    I just don't know       Verse One: Puff Daddy       I looked back and saw the cat focus took notice    Stayed away from the bogus til his rise began    Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest    til he seemed hopeless soon to be the dopest, cat comin    Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin    Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild    Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot    He dream, visualize, plot and scheme    Got the cream legally without the beam    Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0    Jet black tint still, they might know    Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B    Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far       Chorus: repeat 2X       Do you know where you're goin to?    Do you like the things that life is showing you?    Where are you going to? Do you know?       Verse Two: Puff Daddy       Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks    Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips    Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo    Real G's makin her back swell    Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well    Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints    Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more    Two bagged up, four went raw    Back of my mind countin up the big score    Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor    Sore from all the pain her body couldn't ignore    So far from pure, rotten to the core    Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore       Chorus       Verse Three: Puff Daddy       Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips    with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold    to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice    In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on    Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on    Don't understand they playin wit it    Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it    Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun    I'd release slugs black and bust back    See how these players love that, to the point where    I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it    I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself    And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust       Chorus w/ variations       I been on this road for a long time now    At time it seems like the road is never gonna end    On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains    Peaks and valleys    Even a lot of potholes on this road    It's never smooth, on the road of life    I don't know where I'm going    I just know where I wanna end up at       Chorus w/ variations       Lord can you help me get there?    Please let me get there       *piano interlude, Chorus again*