Luyện nghe bài hát Piece of Mind 4

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

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

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