K-Rino - Natural Born Artist lyrics

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<i>[Talking:]</i>

Those of us who fit this description are as greatly misunderstood by the masses

<i>[Hook:]</i>

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

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>

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 dispite all the blessings I'm obtaining

Temptations facillitate my tribulations

I paint pictures in your mind with verbal illustrations

You know if cash was blood, I would of bled to death

I scarficed, fed others, before I fed myself

The streets are living hell, peace I've been blessed to find

I'm try'na 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

<i>[Laughs]</i> I'll give you two seconds to think about it

One, two, do you think you understood? I doubt it

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>

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 accumalate 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

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Verse 3:]</i>

See, see your treasure might be trash to me

You might interprir 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, creativly 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 opperates 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!

<i>[Hook]</i>

Thanks to Mark, a true listener of lyrics for correcting these lyrics