Luyện nghe bài hát Piece of Mind 4

Yea, I hate it 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 your feels weird
Last time I think I laughed it was year
Made more money last than the past year
When feels fake only facts here
I remember working back as a cashier, times
Now it's been 3 weeks the page empty
hang on every word I fucking say
While I appreciate you wait for my
Gotta keep it real, something else in play
I can't explain, yea
Like the lyrics I in my mind were put in my brain, damn
Is it really that
Maybe me,
then one day I came I came what the Romans believed
And even the Greek, you see they believed we create our Genii,
It's not in our genes, got me to think,
'Bout rappers who claim that they're more than just
Promote they pour in their drink,
Was me think,
I substance to create with something that wasn't in me
But pardon me please, fuck all of nonsense!
I believe that my music is than me if I'm being honest!
And I think it's lame for an
to claim they're a god or a goddess!
Because that type of is
silently off all of our artists!
While the industry profits, 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 follow our passion we barely can a meal
In an where they can take, they don't need hands to steal!
They told me go get a
Was for following dreams
job was to push me to think
Instead you're just sheep
I spill out my into ink
I told them I need to pursue I love
If not, I'm making money this money for what?
Buy shit from a brand led by that does
I to find out who I really was, now...
They would get it,
Said I couldn't do it so were shook when I did it
never could see the vision
They never wanted me
I never need an
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 back 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 even the difference, damn

Since the last lines it's been about 1 week,
Anxiety hit me real hard and I
Ive been sacrificing my own
To prove the potential in me with the they seek
'Cause the more I'm making, the more that they need
The more that I'm the more that I bleed
The more that they're lying, the less I
The more that I please them, the less I'm me
I been back and daily,
Am I making the art, or did the art make me?
No wonder why I'm feeling lately,
Do they 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 like dream
Or only taking shots at my self esteem
Muthafucka!
You why you should care, like this don't effect what I do
But maybe, just maybe, if you change thinking,
Then you would find start believing in you
You see as a your made to create,
Not just at a desk with some 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, you'll see ideas are as air and sleep
you see it came, from the mind, of a human being
mind-blowing,
you're not mistakes and the fears that you think
Deep hidden in my mind is where you'll find Piece of 4!