Chorus One (Rhymer/Educator): "Will I lead, will I be, what I've been called to be? What'll I be? What'll I be? (2x)"

Verse One (WittiestMC): "He puts on his headphones, his home away from home, that he can't quite leave, cuz he's not quite grown. When it hits, speakers start to blast rhymes, he calms down like the eye of a Cat 5, parents don't neglect him, peers don't disrespect him, his heart's not broke, girlfriend didn't reject him, flippin' through tracks helps keep him on track, to focus on the future and move on from the past, confidence from the hype raps, hope from the light raps, strength in the words, finding courage to fight back, anxiety, depression, fear, down, deception, and self-hatred of an inward projection, if music is the most important therapy session, crank it up and let it heal, that would be my suggestion, to anybody going through it, anybody hearing this, I feel your pain cuz I'm speaking from experience."

Chorus Two (Rhymer/Educator): "I've often wondered what it would take me to just feel normal, to fit, be mortal. Still there's a voice that's been whispering you're meant for more. Oh, what is in store?"

Verse Two (Rhymer/Educator): "My eyes open and it's brilliant, like Marvin Gaye in the rain, What's Goin' On from refrain to refrain, granted a masterpiece'll treat you that way, but it wasn't really the music that floored, it was more a door to escape, open the hatch and then descend into breaks, wait for the scratch to bring it back so that another track will treat you the same, said I was rude cuz I'm not hearing my name, I'm blocking out a world that's less in tune with me and trading it for the fame, you call'em earbuds or Air Pods, I call'em Take Me There Pods, a crown upon my hair that's barely there but lets me sit upon a chair next to our shared gods, of yester-year, present tier, odds suggest I'm probably the future here, my formidable days were menacing, my self-esteem was low, a Lil' Jon call-and-response, it's not Tennyson, understand the genre to get the ambiance, music has been a blessing and saved me more than once."

Chorus (Rhymer/Educator): "I've often wondered what it would take me to just feel normal, to fit, be mortal. Still there's a voice that's been whispering you're meant for more. Oh, what is in store? Chorus One (Rhymer/Educator): "Will I lead, will I be, what I've been called to be? What'll I be? What'll I be? (2x)"