K-Rino - Natural Born Artist текст песни

[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]