God had to make a decsion, was life even worth giving.
Thats why the heart is the place were your conscious is living.
I had to make a choice between <a href='http://www.consumeralertsystem.com/cas/zx-hclick.php?hid=268' target='_blank'>music</a> and my heart.
Which one I'm aprat my life fast as go karts....
Lookin at my peers I couldn't find me an answer.
I'm living out my dream but moms dying of Breast Cancer.
I had a phone call with her last night she was alright.
Said that she needed me home I took the first flight.
We sat down poured some coco up in the glass.
Remembering the past from the good times to the bad.
She looked at me smiled and said son you made it.
No matter how much they may hate it, you one of the worlds greatest
My cell rang... manager sayin we got a meeting.
Couldn't think about leavin had to make sure momma was eating.
But I didn't I packed up my bags and hit the studio.
If I had of stayed would life be diffrent who really knows.
I got call from my manager again that night.
Sayin we sold out the garden hit New York first flight.
But I'm still thinkin I left my mother would I regret it.
Was dark paths headed at the end will tears be shedded.
I made 6 figures the concerts going on.....
The only connection to my sickly mother is my <a href='http://www.consumeralertsystem.com/cas/zx-hclick.php?hid=121' target='_blank'>cell phone</a>.
So I gave it to my manager said answer all calls.
If I'm on stage performing tell secruity get me off.
Don't know what heppened that day was round 7 or 8.
My moms called my phone and my manager told her to wait.
I aint even know she called till I got to my flight gate.
And when I returned the call doctor said it was to late..........

*The moral of this piece is if I had followed my heart and went home then maybe my moms would still be thier*