Prologue

My body's here, but my mind is out there

It's somewhere racing

I spent a lot of time tryin' to get to this time and place

Today is basically the biggest day of my life

I get to help in saving this guy

He suffers from some nearly fatal form of pericardial heart disease

And we're supposed to operate, but I can't concentrate

I only contemplate

Damn, is this what I want? Is this right?

What the hell am I doing with my life?

I study cardiology but I don't know the matters of the heart

Placed out of pace syncing pace from the start

And now I'm in doubt 'bout the route I take

What does my heart say?

In my heart there's a melody, but I can't hear it clearly

It appears to steer me when times are severe, like here

There's something truly daunting and haunting

About wanting to be a doctor, guarding someone's life in your hands

The life of another man

To be literally the last stand between this man and God's plan

His heartbeat fleets and that's when the pressure kicks

My gut becomes sick, this moment, this tick

Makes me wish and fantasize myself in another life

What if I chased the dreams that I wanted this whole time?

My pops says this job is a long-term provider

And I like my job but I wanted to be a song-writer

Music, I love music

I love the many effects it has, depending on how you choose to use it

It could be amusing or therapeutic

It's oozing with treasures to be discovered

It's pleasure for me, I love it, check this out

This is a regression line of every hit song since '79

And all day long this is on my mind

There's so much information

From tempo to key changes, chord progressions, so many lessons

For example, did you know that if you take the key of a song up

Everything gets more exciting?

The song gets more enticing, feels like it's rising

Then, if you take it back down, I don't really know what that does yet

Some people get upset

Anyways there's nothing that can contest

With the dopamine that comes over me when I hear a dope rhyme scheme

And it's dope, I mean

Every line seems to convey a sacred promise

To the next, it's the best

Every day at any moment, I'm hit with a wave of serotonin

Flows sicker than the patients that I know here

So here's a

This job sucks

I hate this job, I really freakin' hate this job

And there's no one on the mother-loving face of the planet

To make me say "Thanks for this job"

Only reason I have this job, father told me to get this job

Demanded I land a solitarian life

In med school to be granted monetary advancement

I don't think it's all about the money and it's kind of funny

I think everybody's got a hobby that they love

And when I think about it, every time I step up in the operatin'

All I really want to do is sing and write songs

Yes I'm depressed, I confess

Incessantly pressed for success

But success should be self-defined, so where do I draw the line?

Imagine having the mental capacity

Only to question the lessons you've learned (learned)

If you're not messing your lessons you're lessening

How much you sleep when you burn (burn)

Look how the tables have turned (turned)

This only leads to stress (stress)

You need to get your ass to class and pass the test (test, test, test)

You'll be the best of the best

Do not succumb to the stress

You must impress (you must impress)

Teach yourself how to finesse

Learn to survive without rest (unless)

You're going to manage your time

But all I can think of are lyrics and rhymes

How do I deal with the pressure? (Pressure)

How do I deal with the pressure? (Pressure)