My Confession

Let me ask you a question The answer might be a confession I'm asking myself questions All along I know the answers I can't help but face the facts That maybe I'm not meant to Have 'em: all the things I see In my dreams, like money Power, fame and ease. Is my Life meant for something more That I have yet to see. I think Anything would better than What I'm doing right now Cause money's tight and Nearly gone, but yet I spend It to write these songs How can I do this consciously What if I jeopardize my family With this music, am I clueless Or just stupid chasing fantasies Or is this my time with the Wind at my back, not looking Back, and my course on track And a fight to the death so I Can put to rest things that Hold me back and distract My focus. God knows I want This. God knows I want this Y'all hear me cry this! Y'all Hear me cry this is my confession Now you know the war inside I try to hide, this constant fight I face each day inside the mirror When I see my face stretched in A line. Draw in the sand what life Demands: my family's plan, not My demands. I'll kill for them And I'll die for them, you bet your Ass I'll quit music for them! I don't Know what I should be doing I'm stuck between what I love And what I love doing. Should I pack this all up and start to Sell all my stuff? We might still End up broke. And then I'll choke On my words. Or this my time With the fight in my heart and Mark that met the arrow I let fly I'm no passerby, I won't stand Aside, I'll stand my ground and Won't shut my mouth, I'll spit These rhymes like I might die Remind me why I thought I Couldn't take what I wanted That's so retarded. Ya'll hear Me cry this, my confession I'm fighting on and on and on I'm fighting myself. Am I wrong