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, [bad word] 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&Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] spread, half a 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 
Verse Three: Puff Daddy

Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips
with cash flow, [bad word] 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 [bad word] dyin to get on, suck a [bad word] or get [bad word] on
Don't understand they playin wit it
Players get these [bad word] open and let they man hit it [bad word] that, you can [bad word] 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, [bad word]  [bad word] 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
 [bad word] w/ variations

Lord can you help me get there?
Please let me get there