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