Artiste

[Verse 1]
They tell you chasin' after your dream's too much of a risk, but I'm carefully positioned like I'm an obelisk
Starvin' artist, and I'm Marvin but that don't matter at all when I look back at the path of positivity that I'm carvin'
Chasin' high, elevate the eye, wonder why it's I that's been given a chance to break free and fly from the cocoon that is this
Lie, artificial sly. artificial dye is not the way to glorify the pie, but I ain't got the answers Man, I'm just another guy
And in the Spirit I identify, qualified by the anti-lie mind that you've come to rely on to help you pry
And I might be starvin' but I'll lend a hand to those who stand, better not comply or you might just end up gettin' scanned
Or gettin' scammed, both in your gland, and I wish the best for you
Chasin' money and not dreams in what you do can never make you live true
But I've never been more happy or scrappy, puttin' haters down for a nappy, probably best, they were gettin' slappy

[Chorus]
Just another starvin' artist that's up in the mix (mix), but I'm so unique I ended up bein' a fix (fix)

[Verse 2]
Tryin' to break on through past some of these shitty picks, they been tellin' me to kick rocks but I like breakin' sticks
And it takes a certain human to be doin' this music shit, the anxiety brewin' while I'm spewin' shit not in line with their viewing
Never present nothin' that I call bad, ironclad, every bar is meant to add, it's easy when you're a nomad
And at this point ain't no sad frequencies saved in my pad, that's why I'm glad to have a voice for us to which we'll add
Gotta make 'em awake, the tree I will shake, as I watch all the apples fall to the earth and pin the snake
Rot away in the sun to dirt where it begun, now the damage is done and it's time to have some fun
'Cause in the end, the words we leave are stronger than the gun

[Chorus]
Just another starvin' artist that's up in the mix but I'm so unique that I ended up bein' a fix
Just another starvin' artist that's up in the mix but I'm so unique that I ended up bein' a fix

[Bridge]
I find the flow on every single last one of my beats, identify with everyone from the 'burbs to the streets
And we bindin' together against anyone who mistreats or depletes the shoe man like those certain few we call elites

[Chorus 2]
Give me a pencil and I'll play, I'll find a way, an artist is supposed to be able to mold from clay
Through the disarray I'll always find a way to put myself up on display for anyone who wants to find a way
Give me a pencil and I'll play, I'll find a way, an artist is supposed to be able to mold from clay
Through the disarray I'll always find a way to put myself up on display for anyone who wants to find a way