Lyrics The Right Trek - 137

I don't see the purpose
If it's not nobility
If it's not for entering the hall of all the greats
I want steadfastness of tortoise
And the hare's ability
Seeking polished faculty, you keep your gilded plates

Getting a stipend from the heavens
So I gotta be decisive with my soul's pen

And I keep all of my musings for my visor
'Cause when I look into the mirror, I see my best advisor

I'm alone
But I know that the path that I walk
Is my very own
So I keep a cheery tone
Even though I don't got any lovers to phone
Or any parties to roam
'Cause when it comes to the tomb
There won't be any extra room

Going straight at a crossroads
Never be afraid to innovate
Ready for the inroads
Even while you ruminate
Getting the glee from hunger, celebrating that I salivate

Like in the Bible
You gotta reap and sow
Gather all of your talents
Practice and grow
And if you don't, well
That's on you, you know
That's on you, you know

Chosen
To go the path I do
First the racehorse then glue
I'm rollin'
Down the snow hill of fate
Serving avalanche my plate

I don't see the purpose
If it's not nobility
If it's not for entering the hall of all the greats
I want steadfastness of tortoise
And the hare's ability
Seeking polished faculty, you keep your gilded plates

I'm chosen so I follow the path that
I know will make my momma proud
Always sympathize and I never lie
In the end, I'm always smiling like the good guy

I'm hungry so I eat like a savage
Always craving purpose and satisfaction
And I wear morals like it's high fashion
Always on my tippy toes
You already know

I don't see the purpose
If it's not nobility
If it's not for entering the hall of all the greats
I want steadfastness of tortoise
And the hare's ability
Seeking polished faculty, you keep your gilded plates