Dear Lord, thank you for letting me be here to see another day again. Im grateful to be alive, God bless the souls that came and went. Im so lucky, to have a good family that loves me. Please let my girl know how much I love her. Sorry that were both so unhealthy. I feel so guilty, every time I pray I feel like I ask you to help me. I dont pray with the hope to get wealthy, I just want success. I know it sounds selfish. Ive always been a screw up, I finally got the chance to fix it. I signed a record deal after all these years, I wish I was more optimistic. Im really just scared. What if they dont like what they hear? What if I dont make a career outta music? What am I supposed to do then? Im always getting judged, I hate to see my face in the mirror. I done wrote about everything so many times I dont have inspiration to spare. Im barely even here, I been down on the road and I feel like Ive been gone all year. Even when Im home theres so much pressure to be Rittz, its hard to feel like Im all there. So many wish, they could rap for a living so complaining about its unfair. Some days I feel like Ive been living in a dream other times feeling like a nightmare. And I need some ideas cuz I got a bunch of songs to write. And Im feeling like my future all depends on this. Gotta rid myself of mental blocks and censorships. Gotta get some confidence back in my penmanship. I dont want to disappoint the fans whore listening. Cuz they expecting something incredible in the end. Without them Im nothing as I begin to get my stride back. I remember when I was a kid and my dad he would teach me how to play the guitar me and my brother would pretend that we was in the band. Musicians in my family would dream to be stars only to condensate* to something that you didnt attend. that music, must have been planned Im the chosen one, so Ima quit trippin and get behind this mic and rhyme. Amen !
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 20:58:34 +0000
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