Sixth Sense - The Search Goes On lyrics

These songs ain't me
They're just the way I feel
At a particular moment
And at this particular moment
The search goes on

Sometimes I swear if it wasn't for the mic
I wouldn't get dressed and
Go through this piss-test we all call "life"
Without being about to fall right on my face
So I never run in place
And always try to cover up my mistakes
Cause running takes energy
And going nowhere's a waste
And if you mess up, all of a sudden
You're subject to hate, well, great
There's no escape we all get ten seconds to
Get our point across
And then we're supposed to shut up
(man, wait wait wait wait wait wait)
People in a rush to get nowhere
They hurry up to get past
That once they're there
They're in a hurry to leave to
Find a place to relax at
They hurry up and relax
Cause they had other plans
Seeds in a hurry to be a plant
I'm a boy in a hurry to be a man
But, I can't
Damn, I just wanna display these skills
And not have to worry about a square
Three meals or paying bills
Just the thought sends chills down my spine
Hell yeah I rhyme
But, I need to find something to do for real
Word to G Pu that's a ten year vet
Who invested mad talent and still
Ain't seen a paycheck
He's asking what's next?
I'm up to my neck in compliments
So I'm pretty deep up in it
And I'm already at the point
Where only music keeps me grinning and look
I'm still sitting and trying to write rhymes
I'm an emcee even if that's all I ever
Am in my whole lifetime
(why you still trying) yeah, I'm an emcee
Even if that's all I ever
Am in my whole lifetime

Where am I going? I'm not really sure
I think it's in a good direction
But it's all a blur
All's I can do is show love, put in effort
And try and maybe I'll accomplish finding
Myself before I die

Where are you going? Are you sure?
In order to know who you are
You gotta know who you were
In order to know who you'll be
In order to be free, I don't know about you
But the search goes on for me

I can win battles, make albums, write books
Raise a kid
Go to college all or none of the above
Spend every night in the club
Waste my life on drugs
Try to change the corrupt world or
Meet a girl and fall in
Love write a screenplay
Design freeways, be a high-school teacher
(be the voice trying to reach the
One furthest from the speaker)
Live in the country or the city
Have a dog or a kitty
Sleep til noon eat some shrooms
And bathe in self-pity
If you choose the emcee route
It might take you til you're dead
Before half the people that heard you
Understand what you said i'll take a breath
Before I throw this statement out:
I don't complain I just give
You something to complain about
Emcees should know their limitations
I'm patiently waiting to reach
My destination
Through this current occupation of speech
But me, I listen to what I'm told
After so much work and so much time
Shit gets old
My goal is not to be the illest with the flow
But, if I am
It's cause I'm persistent and it shows
You got your definition of accomplishments
I got my own mine ain't got to do with dough
Just finding my soul
Word to Michael Jordan, Bruce Lee
Tiger Woods and Bill Gates
I'ma keep carrying my man's greats
Until I can conversate with fate
And ask if it's a waste holding a mic, shit
At any rate, I hope you like it

Where am I going? I'm not really sure
I think it's in a good direction
But it's all a blur
All's I can do is show love
Put in effort and try
And maybe I'll accomplish finding
Myself before I die

Where are you going? Are you sure?
In order to know who you are
You gotta know who you were
In order to know who you'll be
In order to be free, yo
I don't know about you
But the search goes on for me
The search goes on for me