(chorus) 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? (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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?