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

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

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