Confessions of an Emcee

[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