[Verse 1] Woke up this mornin', lookin' in the mirror, Question in my mind, it's gettin' clearer: To follow the crowd, or walk the road alone, To carve my own path, to make it my own. To be, or not to be, that's the question I face, Is it worth the struggle, is it worth the chase? Do I bow to the system or break out the cage? Am I bound to the world, or the wisdom of age? [Pre-Chorus] I'm searchin' for answers, deep in my soul, A Sigma's a rebel, but a Sigma’s whole. I ain't playin' no games, I ain't rollin' the dice, I'm here to decide if the world’s worth the price. [Chorus] To be, or not to be a Sigma, that's the rhyme, To rise above the noise, to bide my time. Not a follower, not a leader, but the one who finds the way, To be, or not to be a Sigma, each and every day. [Verse 2] Walkin' in the shadows, where the quiet roam, A man of few words, but I’m callin’ it home. The world’s always talkin’, but I’m listenin’ deep, To the secrets they hide and the promises they keep. To stand on my own, or just blend in the fray? I don't need the answers, I don't need the say. I keep my thoughts guarded, my vision is clear, I choose my own battles, I choose my own fear. [Pre-chorus] I won’t be a pawn in the chessboard of fate, I’m walkin’ this tightrope, won't hesitate. A Sigma don’t follow, but a Sigma won’t fall, I’ll rise on my own, or not rise at all. [Chorus] To be, or not to be a Sigma, that's the rhyme, To rise above the noise, to bide my time. Not a follower, not a leader, but the one who finds the way, To be, or not to be a Sigma, each and every day. [Bridge] I’ll make my own moves, I’ll make my own mind, No leash on my thoughts, no chains I can’t find. I’m buildin’ my kingdom, brick by brick, A Sigma’s the answer, when the world gets sick. Are you caught in the current, or swimmin' upstream? Do you follow the dream, or create your own scheme? The question’s inside you, it’s a battle to win, To be who you are, or just play in the din. [Chorus] To be, or not to be a Sigma, that’s the rhyme, To rise above the noise, to bide my time. Not a follower, not a leader, but the one who finds the way, To be, or not to be a Sigma, each and every day. To be, or not to be a Sigma, that’s the rhyme, To rise above the noise, to bide my time. Not a follower, not a leader, but the one who finds the way, To be, or not to be a Sigma, each and every day.