Natural Born Artist

歌詞

[Talking:] Those of us who fit this description are as greatly misunderstood by the masses [Hook:] Sorrow comes with wisdom, pain comes with love Could I be the true definition of... (definition of) A natural born artist To be yourself or somebody else, which is the hardest? Light follows darkness, hate follows success What criteria determines who's truly the best? Ha, I'm a natural born artist (natural born artist) C'mon [Verse 1:] I'm not the hardest dude, I'm not the weakest either I know that God is real, I'm not a disbeliever Hated and mispersieved, some say I'm sick indeed Am I the one that came to save you or that wicked seed? Outside the sun is beaming, inside my heart is raining Still complaining despite all the blessings I'm obtaining Temptations facilitate my tribulations I paint pictures in your mind with verbal illustrations You know if cash was blood, I would of bled to death I sacrificed, fed others, before I fed myself The streets are living hell, peace I've been blessed to find I'm tryna show you the way out like an exit sign Thought I was next in line, my name was highly touted Sometimes you don't know you was in the moment until ya out it [Laughs] I'll give you two seconds to think about it One, two, do you think you understood? I doubt it [Hook] [Verse 2:] Explain to me, why are we who you believe we are Why is your perception of success perceived as law? We chase riches when its "self" we outta try to master The grass your gazing at, might not be the greenest pasture Happiness is something that is measured from the soul Not how many earthly possessions that one can hold When you die you leave with nothing, so you sounding funny And if there is a heaven, they ain't up there counting money Nothing you accumulate goes with you when it's time "Takings" impossible, the key is what you leave behind Write your thoughts down, let future people read yo mind Become eternal trees sprouted from the seeds of time What if we take away the money, take away the car Strip you down to the raw essence of who you are My motives love ever drop of blood, every vain Art form perpetuation, never monetary gain [Hook] [Verse 3:] See, see your treasure might be trash to me You might interpret my form of worship as blasphemy My happiness might bring you simultaneous agony I'm glad to see, anything that Allah has for me A true artist practices non-conformity He constantly releases natural creative honesty subconsciously I'm not the one the industry wants to see Controversial, not drama-free, bombed with vomit comments cause they can't stomach me True art is scorned, creatively is torn Contaminated and graphed it out from it's natural form An artist might cry in the sun and laugh in the storm Cause he operates beyond what infuse to be the norm His heart is big, so before he punishes, he warns He celebrates the dead and morns for the new borns Knows he's talented but never blows his own horn Makes a masterpiece and before receives credit, he's gone! [Hook]