Lyrics

Hook (Melodic Harmony)
What if tomorrow never checks in?
What if tonight writes the final sentence?
Would the people I love know I meant it?
Would my purpose outlive my presence?
I ain't worried about the finish line
Everybody got one eventually
I'm more concerned with what remains
After memory becomes legacy
Verse 1
The older I get
The less death feels like a stranger
And more like a quiet reminder
Standing respectfully in the distance
Not threatening.
Just observing.
Asking questions nobody escapes.
Did you say what mattered?
Did you love completely?
Did you spend your years building
Or merely accumulating?
See, I watched people chase fortunes
While neglecting their souls
Collecting trophies
And losing themselves in the process
Then I watched ordinary folks
Leave extraordinary footprints
Simply because they treated people right
That's perspective.
Hook (Melodic Harmony)
What if tomorrow never checks in?
What if tonight writes the final sentence?
Would the people I love know I meant it?
Would my purpose outlive my presence?
I ain't worried about the finish line
Everybody got one eventually
I'm more concerned with what remains
After memory becomes legacy
Verse 2
My uncle used to say,
"Graveyards hold unwritten books."
That stayed with me.
How many inventions?
How many songs?
How many businesses?
How many dreams?
Never made it into daylight
Because fear negotiated a better deal
That's the tragedy.
Not death itself.
Potential left unopened.
I refuse that outcome.
I'd rather fail pursuing purpose
Than succeed avoiding risk
Because comfort writes short stories
And courage writes epics.
Bridge (Stacked Harmonies)
The clock keeps moving.
The question remains.
What are you doing
With the time between?
Verse 3
When my chapter closes
I don't want conversations about possessions.
Talk about integrity.
Talk about generosity.
Talk about how I showed up
When somebody needed strength.
Talk about the lives improved
Because our paths crossed.
That's wealth.
The kind inflation can't touch.
The kind market crashes can't erase.
The kind that survives
Long after names leave headlines.
Final Hook
What if tomorrow never checks in?
Would today be enough explanation?
Would my actions match my declarations?
Would my character support my reputation?
I ain't worried about the finish line
Everybody got one eventually
I'm focused on becoming something worthy
Of being remembered accurately
Outro
Death isn't what motivates me.
Purpose is.
Because nobody controls
How many pages they get.
Only what they write on them.
So while the ink still flows...
I'm writing carefully.