Verse 1
Sometimes I wonder whats the purpose to this music?
Is the whole point of writing just to lend out all my soul 
And so I struggle with the pitfalls dangers of being lazy 
Burden to impress all my colleagues am I crazy? 
Got my eyes off the ball just for a second 
And the weapons that I use are now pointed at me directly 
You got to make this joint right here whatever is sexy 
Copy cat game when its all lame how it checked me 
Now I got a moment and its frozen 
And the flows just a bottle in the ocean  
that’s floated toward the top and your ears keep it there 
Heres a questionnaire will it survive another year? 
These are battles that I fight when its me, I and my lonesome 
And the whole crowd is watching but its all in my head
Could I stop and take a moment instead…
Cause every breath could be devotions to death 

Hook
I just want to know - where this art goes
so watch me as I go - where my soul will bloom and grow

Verse 2
i take a step off the plane and my history stands at a distance 
extending both hands like it's welcome me home
i got to breathe but the first thing that it tells me
is the language that is spoken is evoked by the soul
so I had to learn that my heart acts as a speaker 
and the language that i speak are in melodical notes
quotes like a child born to grow 
in a new different city not the light path that he chose so 
in my hand i got my pen pad and my heartache
and my bands got their heart out when we all play  
its just a part of the lifestyle of a canvas 
we call ourselves that cause its Lord God that'll use us
and so we push through the tainted glass mahogany
its hard to see through my fear filmed photography
I'm just a piece thats been searching for the picture 
when i find it i reply with a ‘hi’ cause i missed her - hey

Hook
I just want to know - where this art goes
so watch me as I go - where my soul will bloom and grow

Verse 3

if theres a passion in your heart than you better walk at a distance 
cause bad vibes will get you when you're walking alone
whats beautiful’s when its crafted and grown 
I hear the strings to my city and Im reminded of home
yeah I love the breath that i take whenever my plane lands 
its so pure that my mind state is like Amen 
what a trip that as a kid steady writing 
i be flying round the world how is that part of my gameplan? 
i dont know but i don't believe that it was just chance 
i dont believe that michael jackson wants to just dance 
he was the smoothest so for those who never seen him 
posters on my wall he was moonwalking on the ceiling
and then i felt the chills take me 
took me on a journey man this spaceships crazy
now i pass it to the passionate youth 
just a portion of the picture how the passionate grew

Hook
I just want to know - where this art goes
so watch me as I go - where my soul will bloom and grow