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]