Confessions of an Emcee

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm on the brink of disinspiration This destination called success is my fascination But what's more important? Livin' or survivin'? What's the proper order? The truth or the lyin'? I can't see through the underground debate Is putting on an accent without a doubt fake? Is it prerogative? Is it my choice? Am I rapin' hip-hop with the sound of my voice? Well, it's time to face demons Guilt versus ambition, it's far from agreement It seems that I hold no weight as an emcee This whole fuckin' time I been runnin' on empty Do I change my path of collision? Now I've given enemies enough ammunition to Take me out, to spread my demise Am I brave or stupid confrontin' my lies? It's a thin line between love, hate, truth and fiction What I do find, we can be the same indiction But the big question I gotta toil with Which accent do I spit royal with? Is it more right spittin' verses like this? I'd be gettin' more respect and be underground timeless But then again deep down I grew up Lovin' hip-hop and the American sound I'm in conflict, man, what the fuck do I do? I change what I worked on all because of you? Never knew the issue till you called me names All these divisions we have, we have ya'll to blame And yo I started rappin' to express what had happened in my Own fuckin' life and yeah I spat it with an accent, so I keep true to my own beginnings It's all about me now, fuck tryna fit in [?] the other day I thought this shit out In the grand scheme of life music is all about Lettin' ideas and motions the size of dark oceans Flow through methodic language we all knowin' You can assume, judge, hate all you like But this is my message, this is my mic And yeah, principle, man, I'm probably wrong but I'll always be right for writin' this song It's too late to change, I'ma have to be stubborn It's like tryna tell Pac that it was wrong to be thuggin' It's beyond that point now, I spit how I spit I'm an Australian who rocks American shit, well I ain't righteous, there's no turnin' back You wanted the realness, man? The truth is on the track These are the first bones that I chose to mention Walk a little lighter in the light of my confessions