Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

Do you the time, when the purpose and the rhyme, was to see the souls affected.
But now its to man, every purpose and every plan, to the praise is directed.
We live out dream, the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,
Since where and when did we stop checking the word and begin to start checking the scan.
Remember when shows were for and rhymes were for flows.
Now we spend one minute to pray, if even that for each day, but spend 2 checkin our clothes.
what happened to the we was having that was sparked in the begining.
but we're quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but quicker to justify our sinning.
quick to diss and raise the fist to justify the things that we do.
but for every finger we at them, just remember freind there's 4 more pointin back at you.
how and when did it all begin as turned to industry.
cause did jesus need a manager, label, ditributor, or even a boooking agency.
troubles came, did he call upon the name, or turn to a lawyer to handle it.
why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be the to ask our management.
next to him, our glory's dim and truely pales in comparison.
why does every move we choose seem to revolve
we can get our groove on, but yet worry about on to strong.
yet we water it so much there aint even nothing left to chew on.
become sales, and sales become a salary
give the something to feel, whine about keepin it real,
but dont try to it to reality.
yet its all over and the mic is hung and its all said and done.
it wont matter how many battles i won, but only the souls that i won.
on the other side, will my pride cause me to hold my head up proud .
If I wont beef with you then, tell me freind, why should I have a beef wth you now.
At the end of my when I held that mic did I really truelly deserve it.
Forget if i was phat, if i was whack,
I want to hear well done my and faithful servant.