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  cat comin
 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&B
 Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far
 Chorus: 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 fuck 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 mints
 Rumors spread, half a G 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 whore
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Puff Daddy
 Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips
 with cash flow, motherfuckers 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
 Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on
 Don't understand they playin wit it
 Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it
 Fuck that, you can trust 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, trust
 Chorus 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
 Chorus w/ variations
 Lord can you help me get there?
 Please let me get there
 *piano interlude, Chorus again