Текст песни Dying to Know Why - Cryptic Wisdom

Died for the music, wrote from the heart cause I ride for the music
Cried for the music, the blood, sweat,
And tears are the reason that I won't give into fear.
Through the years, then my passion delivered
I was rappin to capture the past, never quivered, never shook
A look in my life would tell it all
I gave it everything of the price to never fall
Observed all the pain and struggle and made it poetry
And made a pact to hustle until they know it's me
Nothin slowin me down,
I was a slave to the trade and I gave it my best every day
I never asked for a zen return
It was all passion and pride hopin heads will get turned
Sooner or later the fans generated with a
Love for the words and the craft I created
I was an addict to the feedback from it
Consumers were the plug drug runners and I loved it
But nowadays I dont even seem to write
Like the passion inside of me died without a fight

Maybe it's not alright, maybe I'm killing myself
Maybe I'm dying to know why
Maybe I'm out of time, maybe I'm over my head
Maybe I'm dying to know why

Im lost in it,
Remembering the days that I first made music and set up all my pages
Those endeavors were the greatest that I've ever known
I was on top of the world and couldn't let it go
I let it show globally and made a name
I dont really know if I expected it to stay the same
But it didn't and I know that shit is true
Cause every single time that I go back in the booth
A new encounter with the battle that I rage
On myself is in most ways scattering my brain
What matters ain't the fact that I had to change
It's the fact that I refuse to do it back in the day
I lock myself in a box honestly,
I never dared to be different and that wasn't too promising
I made what they wanted me to become
And I just hope it ain't too late for me or the passion is done

Maybe it's not alright, maybe I'm killing myself
Maybe I'm dying to know why
Maybe I'm out of time, maybe I'm over my head
Maybe I'm dying to know why

Died for the music, wrote it from the heart cause I ride for the music
Cried for the music, the blood, sweat,
And tears are the reason that I won't give into fear.
Ride for the music, wrote it from the heart, I would die for the music
Cried for the music, the blood, sweat,
And tears are the reason that I won't give into fear

Maybe it's not alright, maybe I'm killing myself
Maybe I'm dying to know why
Maybe I'm out of time, maybe I'm over my head
Maybe I'm dying to know why