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Am I dreaming, now I can't tell the difference Is this mission God-sent or is it sacrilegious Am I running from the past or am I backwards sprinting Can I blast out all this sleep and just get back to living In my War, will God hate me for these rash decisions Or will he save me, know in my heart through this path I'm given I got so many questions, but who am I asking nigga I ask myself, what is it you really after nigga Is it money, is it bitches, is it fame Is it pursuit of happiness if everybody knows your name Does this weed keep me from going clinically insane Are you really even living this image up in this game But what is you really saying You ain't really saving souls, is you You from nothing fam, you really think it's gold in you Are you built to keep that spirit in your soul with you Will you stick to it even if they don't roll with you I got questions Just when you thought this was just for your fun There's something there to tell you that you been done So I've got a lot of questions Cursing that you're on a mission, oh Just another dead man breathing Burnt out heathen, sipping syrup every week Letras de cancionesDoing powder every evening, popping pills to keep me even Since a nigga left school, seems it's death that I'm cheating So I'm speeding, fuck slow is Catch me anywhere dough is Nowadays it's anywhere a show is Same [?] call me asking where a O is If you talking 'bout the edge, shit, I'm dancing on the closest If you talking 'bout showbiz, shit I don't know shit about it Start to fight, these other niggas crowd around it The rap game got me questioning my surroundings I got issues, so I'm counseling with the ounces My lump of problems seem to turned into a mountain Money in the mattress, never spoke to no accountant Nigga, all this finessing, God gave me a blessing Make it, the Hell before me, that's just under double I got questions Just when you thought this was just for your fun There's something there to tell you that you been done So I've got a lot of questions Cursing that you're on a mission, oh What's worse? Fake smiles or not smilin' at all? You risk it all, askin if you hit the ground if you fall What if they don't love your dream and ain't astounded at all? And when they say you'll never make it, will you doubt it at all? You ain't ashamed to public dancing to that drum in your heart Are you afraid to bring to light, what you've done in the dark? Are you embracing what's becoming your part? Are you complacent? Can you face personal pain just for the love of the art? I hope that you ain't let your momma down You wish that you was back in college now Do you feel dumb from all that knowledge now? We bout them digits, yeah them commas now You wish you had some solids now Will they still love you if you not around? Now are you using all your intellect? I mean no disrespect But are you capable to be they interest? Are you afraid to let your dreams and life intersect? I wanna know man, I ain't finished yet I got questions Don't stop, keep on living Can't stop, we ain't risen Wake up, check your vision Play until your time's up (I got questions) Give until your time's up (I got questions) From Letras Mania