Should I

I stand
With my diligent life span
Remaining vigilant coz the listeners might plan
The ways of cinemas on a little man
Pretending to be a fan
But wait on the date where they both stand
On my grave where I stood a slave and I stayed as they say that they hot
Forgetting that I am the microwave
That's a tongue twist
Let me get it back, let me get it back
They probably in everybody's economy hailing bodies and looking folly
Promise you parties till you give them your songs
Partially leaving out all the honesty
Pondering on mythology
Feed you astronomy till you tagging along
Only to realize
In they realest eyes
You a slave in disguise
And those little times where you fantasize
Are getting minimized
All the little times where you sit and generalize
Its too late when you see it was general lies
But without they help I'd be really lost
I would stay the type of guy that had to consider costs
35 years I would quit coz my music's a hard frost
Regretting and looking at opportunities that I tossed
So I cannot give it away only to say it could have been another way
I'll take the chance give me the pen and I'll advance
But before I dance
Will I ever get the full amount of my music shit
Will I ever do my friends a favor
Not even a bit
They gonna turn me to a trapper coz it makes the money quick
I think they got a lot of paper coz they talk a lot of shit wow
I cannot decide
Should I think cash should I think of my pride
Should I stand still should I move from this spot
Can't somebody help me out
Should I do it should I not