Verse 1:]   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