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Will I,truly make for myself a name?
Will I,ever exel in this game?
Will I,ever really be who I be?
A person,a Christian,musician,emcee?
Will I ever truly be set apart
From the world that controls all the sounds
Of my heart?
Will I ever really make it without going pop?
Am I truly sold out to God or hip-hop?
Will I ever find the balance of the two in between?
Am I wack cause I dig Rage Against the Machine?
Will I make it to the point where I can be me?
Will heads like me if I'm dissed by a dope emcee?
Will I love,will I fly,will I rapture,will I die?
Am I dumb,am I numb
Cause the apple of my eye
Is the sound of the found
Do I search for a pound?
Am I down if dap ain't found when turned around?
Will I grow,learning to do better in my sessions?
Am I wack if I break down
And take guitar lessons?
If I don't use metaphors,will rhymes be silly?
Will they really?
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Here I am askin' all the questions of life
Do I love her enough to really make her my wife?
Will I ever fall just one too many times?
That I lose all my sk**,thus affecting my rhymes
Will my actions ever mach up to my rap?
Will I make one hit and then fall off the map?
Am I not a good enough emcee for my God?
Cause my rhymes ain't the best but I still try hard
Will I be looked on as the opposite of good?
Cause a middle cla** white-kid
Don't come from the hood
And the ghetto,I ain't really that familiar with
Should I throw in my mic and towel
Just to quit?
If I changed one decision with one human being
Would I still be practicing this art of emcee'n'?
Am I a musician if I play the MPC?Not really
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Will I reach the full potential of my plan?
If I turn around is there two prints in the sand?
If I lost a battle rap would I still have fans left?
To sing and play guitar,do I gotta be Clef?
Am I doubtin' His word if I stop to think
Will my pen one day just stop producin' ink?
Will I think of rhymes just to one day stop?
Is a head a head if he likes more than hip-hop?
Will I?