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, 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*