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What If (Rap)

Life is like a set of doors and after you select each one and walk through it, you get a new set of doors while the ones behind you close. And the doors in the new set are completely unique from any other set you could have gotten going through any other door. And through each choice we pave our own way through life. Which is all fine and great until you wonder what was behind the other doors.

Way too many if, and, but, or maybe's
When you think about it then you just go crazy
Yet my stupid  brain won't stop spinning lately
Tracing back all the steps of choices that made me

Every day I wake up and make choices
Getting led on different paths by these strange voices
Did I do it right? Did I do it wrong?
Doesn't matter time keeps going so we move along
Could I have done it better? Or is it only worse
Did I make a bad choice when I was through with church?
Or was that the only thing to keep my sanity
Now god is mad at me for not seeing Christianity
Or what if I had never talked to the guy
Who told me if I loved rap then I ought to go try
I mean golly oh my, what a different life
See their reflections off in the most distant of lights
Is there a version of me that is certain to be
already successful, driven with purpose and ease
Saving the planet by doing all his work with the trees
With a girl who's pleased to discuss the birds and the bees

Let's say we see it farther, I could be a father
Trying to teach my little one to start reading proper
Is there a copy of me that would probably be
locked in a scene on the ground with a shot in the spleen
Death's mark on his face assuming it's karma or fate
With life on the line distinctions get harder to make
Seems at any moment all choices are infinite
The instant you're pickin it the rest are illegitimate
How do you know if you're doing right when the feeling hits
And for that matter how do you know what right really is?
Feelin like a silly kid, put my own mind in a loop
Trying to route my life path without finding the truth
So I climb in the booth to let the circles run
Wait until the verse is done and know that I'm the perfect one
Even if I fail with a crash I can tell em at last
I'm only lost when I stay back and dwell in the past
Written by Dono
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