| As I explore the molecular foundations of my mental faculties
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| I examine my thought-process & what my future could be
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| I’m 18 years old, soon I’ll be out of the high
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| I wonder what college I’ll be going to or will I apply?
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| Or will I blow up before I step foot in a university
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| I wonder what God has in store, I’ll wait and see where He’ll take me
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| Where will I be, where will I go, how will it come to pass
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| The journey of one million miles, can’t prophesy the time with an hour glass
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| How will the people treat me, what will I go through
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| How come God chose me, why was I one of the few
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| How come I was born in this lifetime & raised by these parents
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| How come I wasn’t born in the future, past or present
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| How come I’m black and not white, or a pure African
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| Or someone who lives in Venezuela, speaking like a hispaniard
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| I got off subject, now back to the point, I wonder where I’ll be
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| I thank Christ for what my life is and I ponder this constantly
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| Where will I be in ten years, where will I be in twenty
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| Only God can bless, curse, give or take away from me |
| Life is mysterious, leaves me so curious
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| I hope you feel these words cause this subject is so serious
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| What kind of people will I encounter in life?
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| Mentors and wise men, who will tell me to soar to great heights
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| And those that hate me, and say that I won’t succeed
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| But when I make it, they be all up on me, now they take heed
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| Will I get engaged, and if so, who will I marry
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| A virtuous woman I’ll take for a wife, each others love we’ll carry
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| I hope my great grandparents live to see my dreams fulfilled
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| I hope I rescue my friends out the hood before they get killed
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| As my mind wonders I think about how I’ll give God glory
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| Sitting at a teen summit telling my sinner’s story
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| It’ll be weird when everybody’s riding, bumping K-Drama
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| And one day at the best of restaurants, chilling with my mama
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| Everyday’s a new day, and I wonder where I’ll be
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| Only God knows right now, I’ll just have to wait & see
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| And then I say to myself
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| When they make my documentary, what will it say
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| And I’m 60 years old and they brag about how I hustled in my day |
| Will I be a mentor, a hero, a role-model
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| Who knows, you might see my face on a coca-cola bottle
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| How many albums will I release, what will be my greatest work of art
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| What will make me known as God’s child, what will set me apart
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| When I’m on Rap City with Big Tigga, what will I say in my freestyle
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| Where will I travel to, what country’s and how many miles
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| How long will I live, will I die a peaceful death
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| And when I die, riches for three generations is what I left
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| Who will use me for my service in life, what is my purpose
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| I know whatever I do, my timely investment, it’ll be worth it
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| And when I die or rise I wonder what heaven will be like
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| Seeing people from Moses to Martin Luther King and all the people who lived
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| right
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| Where there is no sin, hurt or pain and the light is never dim
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| And then I’ll start these questions over and have one million questions to ask
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| Him |