The Search Goes On Sixth Sense

[Intro] X 2
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

[Verse 1]
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