Prologue

Music: Jorge Rivera-Herrans "Prologue" Music:  Jorge Rivera-Herrans My body is here but my mind is somewhere out there It's somewhere racing I spent a lot of time trying 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 studied Cardiology But I don't know the matters of the heart Placed out of pace Syncope from the start And now I'm in doubt about 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 is 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 And my gut become 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 pop says this job is a long-term provider I like my job but I wanted to be a songwriter

Music I love music I love the many effects it has Depending on how you choose to use it It can be your Muse and therapeutic It's oozing with treasures to be discovered It's a pleasure for me I love it Check this out This is a regression line Every hit song since 79 And all day long this is on my mind there's so much information From tempos to key changes chord progressions So many lessons For example did you know if you take the key of a song up Everything gets more exciting The song gets more enticing It feels like it's rising And 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 this dope I mean every line seems to convey a sacred promise To the next It's the best Everyday at any moment I'm hit with a wave of Serotonin Flows sicker than the pages that I know here So here the This job sucks I hate this job I really freaking 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 solitary in 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 operating room 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 the question the lessons you've learned If you're not messing your lessons your lessoning How much you sleep when you burn Look how the tables have turned This only leads to stress You need to get your ass to class and pass the test You'll be the best of the best Do not succumb to the stress You must impress Teaches us how to finesse Learn to survive without rest Unless You learn to manage your time But all I can think about are lyrics and Rhymes How do I deal with the pressure How do I deal with the pressure