Piece of Mind 4

Yea, I hate it when you're here but you're not here
hate it when your friends turn to old peers
hate it when you talk but you don't hear
hate it when your energy feels weird
Last time I think I laughed it was last year
Made more money last month than the past year
When everything feels fake only facts here
I remember working back as a cashier, simpler times
Now it's been 3 weeks still the page empty
They hang on every word I fucking say
While I appreciate you wait for my perspective
Gotta keep it real, there's something else in play
Something I can't explain, yea
Like the lyrics I find in my mind were put in my brain, damn
Is it really that deep?
Maybe it's me,
then one day I came I came across what the Romans believed
And even the Greek, you see they believed we create from our Genii,
It's not in our genes, that got me to think,
'Bout rappers who claim that they're more than just human
Promote what they pour in their drink,
Was making me think,
I needed substance to create with something that wasn't in me
But pardon me please, fuck all of that nonsense!
I believe that my music is bigger than me if I'm being honest!
And I think that it's lame for an
artist to claim they're a god or a goddess!
Because that type of thinking is
silently killing off all of our artists!
While the industry profits, filling their wallets, damn
Feel like I'm on a hamster wheel
While I focus on making the music you don't need your hands to feel
Is it fair when we follow our passion we barely can land a meal
In an industry where they can take, they don't need hands to steal!
They told me go get a degree
Was stupid for following dreams
Your job was to push me to think
Instead you're just hurdling sheep
I spill out my soul into ink
I told them I need to pursue what I love
If not, then I'm making money this money for what?
Buy shit from a brand led by someone that does
I needed to find out who I really was, now...
They would never get it,
Said I couldn't do it so they were shook when I did it
They never could see the vision
They never wanted me winning
I never need an opinion
I never was one to fit it
Too fast to follow along, then I'll bring it back in a minute
I take the beat for a trip and I bring it back when I'm finished
I see my room as a womb and I build and grow while I'm in it
I'm living but am I living? I can't even tell the difference, damn

Since the last four lines it's been about 1 week,
Anxiety hit me real hard and I think
Ive been sacrificing my own mental
To prove the potential in me with the music they seek
'Cause the more that I'm making, the more that they need
The more that I'm open the more that I bleed
The more that they're lying, the less I believe
The more that I please them, the less that I'm me
I been back and forth daily,
Am I even making the art, or did the art make me?
No wonder why I'm feeling lost lately,
Do they hate the art, or do they really hate me?
They're so negative on the daily,
But I don't need your help to me I'm twice as mean
Yea I'm twice as mean, it's seeming like your dream
Or really only taking shots at my self esteem
Muthafucka!
You question why you should care, like this don't effect what I do
But maybe, just maybe, if you change your thinking,
Then you would find you'd start believing in you
You see as a human your made to create,
Not just at a desk with some paper and glue
And maybe, just maybe,
we do have a genius so all of the
blame and the praise is for two, damn

So who am I when the world tells me who I should be?
Look around, you'll see ideas are essential as air and sleep
Everything you see it came, from the mind, of a human being
That's mind-blowing,
you're not your mistakes and the fears that you think
Deep hidden in my mind is where you'll find Piece of Mind 4!