Try to write down all my emotions in words, its hard to express. I am just a regular dude that wants to reach a certain level of success. Just a boy that grew to a man, from each dream achieved, to what's next? Like a King that conquers land, that's how I feel with these sets. But everywhere I go, everybody dont know what it takes to do these shows. When you're traveling on a road and your pockets to broke, and all you got is what you wrote. It's a scary thought to take so much time in your rhymes and soon they forgot. If your child was in my spot, you would understand to a man trying hard as he can, pride is all that we got. Questions like what if I flop? And should I stop? And how do I stay in this city? Walk into a Sheetz and they starin at me, feelin on some kinda pity. I dunno about now, I dunno about then, but how will I feel when I'm fifty? Cus' This town is like a trap ya see. Stranded next to hopes and dreams. I'm sorry if you were reaching out to me. I really don't have a chip on my sleeve. How can I do anything for you when I really don't know what's next for me? Pressure keeps on pullin down on me. I just wanna win and celebrate with my team. I see the gold there waiting for a claim. It's nothing that I can't take, I see it wit all eyes awake. I see the throne there waiting for a reign, like champagne as a snowflake, champagne as snowflake. Lights out, no encore. Never having a chance to tour. A shell of what you were before. Now, what the hell were you waiting for? A local talent and nothing more. Alright so, this is it. This is what being a real artist is. Competition and repetition mixed with people who are from it. Over saturated, over populated, filled with people that will never make it. Snowflakes made of champagne. Everybody winning and we celebratin. Driving back to reality. Thinkin about my hopes and dreams. If I could do this every night, the crown would be on my head it seems. How in the moment it feels right when the vibe in the room is sealed tight. Can't describe wit feels like, but, I know my team might. Strong belief and I foresee that I make my own destiny. A reign of success is destined for me. Champagne as a snowflake for my team. My mind and I can't compete. My ideas are too concrete. I wanna give everybody what they need or what they want or expect from me. I don't really know what's next for me. I don't really know what's next for me.