(Verse 1)
Some things might go wrong, but still life goes in/
And yea I still want to rock with you like Michael's song. Check out my tightrope walk/
Steady balance with a sweaty melon. Wipe the sweat/
Plenty challenge, but not any getting live as this/
A lioness awaits a king & I'll find her soon/
Still healing my wounds. My heart and my mind are bruised/
Sometimes I lose control. I'm only human though/
With a different way of explaining like roman numerals/
I let the music flow as I flow with it/
No nonsense, fakeness and no gimmicks/
Let's go get it. I'm seeing my own vision/
For real I'm trying to do what Karl Malone didn't/
Win the gold and then start up my own business/
Make a mill and buy momma a home with it/
All from spitting and writing my own writtens/
All I know is that my creative control wishes life goes on/

(Hook)
Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to write those songs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to right those wrongs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to write those songs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to right those wrongs.../

(Verse 2)
They say life goes on and yup it is what it is/
Naw, you can't hate yourself forever, cuz you did what you did/
Picking on the new kid back in the day. What a bully you were/
Living a gangster's paradise like a Coolio verse/
I'm Funkdoobie and Murs mixed with a little Sick Jacken/
Mixed with some DJ Quik to keep the ish crackin/
In other words, dyNamek and versatile/
I'm hip-hop. Always serving the planet with certain styles/
With a purpose of keeping the population at peace/
Every word that I speak in my compilation is me/
So I take full responsibility for my actions/
There's a 1000% possibility that I'm Namek/
That's the proof in the pudding homie. No more to explain/
How many references of life can you absorb in your brain?/
Some bring the torture and pain. While others spreading the love/
Yet it seems like it's never enough.. But still life goes on/

(Hook 2)
Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to write those songs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to right those wrongs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to write those songs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to right those wrongs.../

(Verse 3)
On this microphone I've actually changed a few lives and it feels good/
To know that people are listening to this feel good/
Type of sound... A role model like Michael Phelps/
Winning gold medals while smoking herb like "Yo I'm high as hell"/
But the time is now.. That's what my conscience always tells me/
Hustle til the day you're finally Rockefeller wealthy/
But I'm cool off that. Still in my heart I feel I'll be cool off rap/
In the future most likely expand and sign a new contract/
To put my tunes on wax. Survival of the vinyl/
Finish the project, then I'll be deciding on the title/
Living the life that I know. I'm sipping wine with winos/
Earning respect on the scene as I'm rhyming with my idols/
Keep my eyes on the title. Robert Horry steez/
Anything less than that is just quite simply boring me/
Ain't got the time to be an average cat with average stats/
Evolving to be the best in this habitat as life goes on/

(Hook 3)
Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to write those songs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to right those wrongs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to write those songs/
Life goes on.. Got my conscience telling me/
Yea Nams you need to right those wrongs.../