Paroles de I don't know

I started working on an album in like 06,
Now you're listening to the outcome of that grown kid;
See i made a few mistakes, wasted most my days;
Nearly never made it to this closed disc;

I didn't know if i even had it in me,
I still don't know if there's anybody listening;
But when i write to a track, i get shivers down my back,
And i feel like giving up would kill me;

Yeah i've got self doubt, but a sense of pride;
And i'll never sell out, what i'm meant to write;
Cause if they buy your soul and you sell your mind;
Then you'll always miss out on what you left behind;

If my music does not stand the test of time;
If i'm destined to walk i still dreamt i'd fly;
If it's all false hope and the deck runs dry;
Then i'll play my ace and i'll bet my life;

Cause i don't know, i don't know,
I don't know, if they'll like it,
I don't know, i don't know,
I don't know, if i'll find myself;

Or if i'll ever really make it,
Hell does anybody make it,
I don't know but i'm done with this fake shit,
Hold up my hand and i'll ball it in a raised fist;

Don't get it twisted i live for rap;
But i wish i hadn't lived to see the label collapse;
Lived to watch half the competition get ahead of me,
And see half those friends turn to enemies;

Cause while everybody says i've got a gift for rhyme;
When i wrote this track i was still unsigned;
So some days i wake up out of my mind,
And i've thought of giving up like a thousand times;

I'm the type who tends to fall into depressed ruts;
And then spend half my life feeling messed up,
So the constant delays and strain of this album,
Not getting made has me feeling like the town drunk,

If i could just get the verses done,
If i could just force the words to come;
If i could just march up to radio i'd stare them in the eyes,
And tell them why i live my life;

Cause i don't know, i don't know,
I don't know, if they'll like it,
I don't know, i don't know,
I don't know, if i'll find myself;

Or if i'll ever really make it,
Hell does anybody make it,
I don't know but i'm done with the fake shit,
Hold up my hand and i'll ball it in a raised fist;