You got a lot of plans, it doesn't make you gold.
You got a lot of breath,it doesn't give you a soul.
Cuz maybe I'm awake, or maybe I'm asleep.
You got a second half,it doesn't make you whole.
You got a lot of thoughts, well you got nothing at all.
Cuz maybe I'm a mind, or maybe I'm a brain.
You got a humble heart,it doesn't mean you kneel.
Continuous from the start, it doesn't make it real.
Cuz maybe I'm alive, or maybe it's an
impression.