Seasons

I don't know where life is heading
I don't know when's the last breath I'm taking
But I know there are hearts that are breaking
Souls in need of awaking
I don't ever wanna stop, but I have a life at home I was never good at decision-making

Open up the map and look at God's plan
Can I pour all of me, I'm just one young man
My fam' needs me, but so does my clan
I swore I'd see it threw when I began
Not bout' stacks, always God's plan

I was 13 I could never imagine
A life without a beat, it seemed like famine
A life of chasing dreams, write off anyone in my way; I would make it happen
Make doubters supporters and fans into fanatics; I was never lacking in my passion

I'm 23 and I can't envision
Life without this music, there is a devision
It's not up to me it's up to God, and I trust in his vision
I invited you all to my funeral
I did my best just to make it beautiful

I wrote my requiem, I hope that it's suitable
But I guess if not, it's just more of the usual
I hope the feeling is mutual, but I might be delusional
If that's the case you can tell me at my funeral

What if I stop doing this and I really have to look inside
Instead of typing words on my notes app just to waste some time
Talk when I'm sad and I'm angry and let go of my pride
Instead of trying to make these emotions rhyme

I'm saying this might be the end
Terrified, I'll be swallowed in the tides
I'm trusting in God's plan, even if I don't understand
Terrified, I'll be swallowed in the tides

How do I tell my young king to chase his dreams and ambitions?
Call me a liar if I say I'm not affected from today's conditions
Call me a liar if I say I'm not affected from a lack of commissions
I am a phony, that's not the quality's of a musician

Listen little B, stay humble no-nonsense
Love your God and trust the process
As your daddy the only thing I ask
Is that you chase and love the lord
If you don't, I'm gonna haunt you, call that a new edition

Make God your mission
Make God the center of your cognition
Love and serve your brother that's God's definition
Young prince, kill your competition
Love and hate, let them be your ammunition
Trust your intuition, don't believe in superstition
Embrace opposition, make your doubters acknowledge the recognition
Stay Humble, no nonsense
Love your God, and trust the process

I'm saying this might be the end
Terrified, I'll be swallowed in the tides
I'm trusting in God's plan, even if I don't understand
Terrified, I'll be swallowed in the tides