Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

Do you remember the time, when the purpose and the rhyme, was to see the affected.
But now its to man, every purpose and plan, to whom the praise is directed.
We out dream, make the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,
Since where and when did we stop checking the and begin to start checking the sound scan.
when shows were for souls and rhymes were for flows.
Now we one minute to pray, if even that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes.
what to the passion 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.
we're quick to diss and raise the fist to justify the things we do.
but for every finger we point at them, just remember freind 4 more pointin back at you.
how and when did it all begin as ministry to industry.
did jesus need a manager, record label, ditributor, or even a boooking agency.
when troubles came, did he call upon the name, or turn to a lawyer to it.
why do we ask God last, the past, but be the first to ask our management.
cause 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 about comin on to strong.
yet we water it down so much aint even nothing left to chew on.
become sales, and sales become a salary
give the crowd something to feel, whine keepin it real,
but try to keep 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 i have won.
on the side, will my silly pride cause me to hold my head up proud .
If I wont have with you then, tell me freind, why should I have a beef wth you now.
At the end of my life when I held that mic did I truelly deserve it.
if i was phat, Forget if i was whack,
I want to well done my good and faithful servant.