Am I a slave to this fame,
Who gauged the weight of my name
If we could start a revolution, would my hand be steady enough to take aim
And if our weapons are each verse we release,
Who then could then disarm or confiscate the words that we speak
And how'd I end up in this city, filled with cold stares and car fumes
Where dark looms above all these two dimensional cartoons
Could I find the nerve to pick myself up and start new
Leave an impression on something else besides a bar stool
Cause part two is not a given in this life
Was the path I was supposed to walk be hidden from the light
Tell me, who's gonna fathom what the sunshine brings
Once that sun is only shining on a one eyed king
My love, what would I do without these friends that forgive
I swear that you're all I have within this endless abyss
And who could argue if I said you get what you give
Sometimes I question that myself but that's a lesson I've lived
I got a question
I ask what's it worth
What's going on
Everything going wrong
X3
I got a question
I ask what's it worth
For the millionth time asking me
What's it worth
What's the balance between practical and castles in the air
We on the bubble and if that's the case what happens when we're there
In rap you think that paying dues stops
A shoebox filled with flyers from past gigs are my moon rocks
Is it that simple just move on? Gather no moss
Imagine the cost, can't I just cool off
Am I over-thinking this music shit, that I fathom becoming a rapper this callous and humorless
All the legends on a pedestal this reckless
Is an actual functional career a definite death-wish
And you think you've got the energy
A dive-board dinosaur under spotlights at seventy, right
Man that's not quite the remedy
Will the toll-taking weather me eventually
See I question these people, that say you get what you give
But the policy that rocks with me, never to quit
I got a question
I ask what's it worth
What's going on
Everything going on
X3
I got a question
I ask what's it worth
For the millionth time asking me
Yo
Am I walking down a righteous path
Or just aimlessly buying into personal martyrdom with the hypertach'
Can I amass groceries for life with that
Should the cashier fill up my bags
For the depth with my writing grab
Get what I'm swiping at
Shit on my interact
Shuns be overstating my worth till the price is flashed
The truth is I wish that I could be fulfilled
But the money in the till never matches with my skill
Am I delusional, unusual
Have I built a foundation on sand when I'm easily removable
Is anything I say or do provable
Will the judge or jury even care if what I write down is beautiful
How can I sit with this addiction
When my need to speak always wrecks how I listen
If I get what I give, have I given enough
Or has the way that I live created a prison
I live in as such
I guess to best describe it
Is it's mesmerizing
When the stars connect straight overhead
You can't anaesthetize it
When the question rises
Where am I going on the day that I'm dead
And so we quest to find it
'Til our breath goes silent
Keep it moving 'til there ain't nothing left
And if we're left here blinded
When the west horizon
Takes the day back, we'll make our amends
I got a question
I ask what's it worth
What's going on
Everything going on
X3
I got a question
I ask what's the worth
For the millionth time asking me
What's it worth