I used to wish if I could choose The perfect job full time I'd spend the hours baking bread While writing countless rhymes But wait, it happened, so it seems The gift of time which we all dream Was granted, unbeknownst to me As we all faced uncertainty Money ain't the only thing That measures my success But dough gets super sticky and And songs don't pay the rent Songs are meant for me to sing They help me when I need But like the air which we all breathe They ain't made for free The knead is real, the perfect stretch To reach its goal, rise to success The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like Patience, drive and fearlessness Like bread that feeds, a song can touch Your heart and all its senses A loaf I shape, and chords I fudge Can offer priceless views through different lenses The knead is real, the perfect stretch To reach its goal, rise to success The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like Patience, drive and fearlessness I used to wish if I could choose The perfect job full time I'd spend the hours baking bread While writing countless rhymes