5-7 Red - Natural Born Artist lyrics

[Intro] Those of us who fit this description are as greatly misunderstood by the ma**es [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 with somebody else which is the hardest Light follows darkness, hate follows success What Rocketeria 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 misperceived, 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've bled to d**h I sacrifice, fed others before I fed myself The streets are living hell, peace I've invest the fine I'm try'na show you the way out like an exit sign Thought I was next in line, my name was how they taught it 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, three, do you think he 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 with itself we outta try to master The gra**est gazing at it 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 Taking's impossible the key is what you leave behind Write your thoughts down let future people read yo mind Become eternal trees sproued 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 happy just might bring you simultaneous agony I'm glad to see anything that Allah has from me A true artist practice his non-conformity He constantly releases natural creative honesty subconsciously I'm not the one the industry wants to see Controversial not drama-free, ? will vomit comets cause they can't stomach me True art is God, creativly is torn Contaminated and crafted out from it's natural form An artist might cry in the sun and laugh in the storm Cause he opporates beyond with the few to be the norm His heart is big, so before he punishes, he warns He celebrates the dead and mourns for the newborns Knows he's talented but never blows his own horn Makes a masterpiece and before receives credit he's gone [Hook]