Struggle of an Artist
Verse 1
The struggle of an Artist, trying to fight the hardest,
To get a lot further than, where they truly started;
Thought he was the smartest, really was the rawest,
Ball of pure talent, but he didn’t have a Conscience;
Easily influenced, and sometimes seen as a Nuisance,
By the world around him, because he listens to music;
Doing as he’s told, so he feels like the truest,
And stay with name brands, so you know he just do it;
But lost in the struggle, of trying to get the top,
Hustling for the funds, to get his music to pop;
Playing in a world, that he know he should not,
But who gone pave the way, for his music to drop;
You hear the gun shots, and his homie has dropped,
He leave the game alone, to keep away from the cops;
Then works a 9 to 5, with music still on heart,
Then God made a way, for testimony to rock;
Verse 2
So tell me have you seen her, the young ballerina,
Only eight-teen, but she living like a diva;
Daddy was a preacher, Moma was a teacher,
She got good grades, so you they like to treat her;
Like a princess, body cut like a clever,
Winning everything, till scholarships couldn’t keep up;
Bringing home the gold, every time she pick her feet up,
But little did she know, Mom and Dad was about to leave her;
Death came creeping, as a Mack Truck weaving,
Left with no family, so she living at a Sleep Inn;
Looking for the light, then end up slipping off the deep end,
Now she works the pole, a ballerina still dreaming;
What she really wants, is to dance with a meaning,
Keep her faith in God, so she can bypass the demons;
Found a new goal, and she truly starts to see it,
Now owns a dance yo, that every Star wants to be in;
Verse 3
Now we see a poet, who’s dope and he knows it,
Fresh out the penn, for moving green in the open;
So he feels he’s chosen, to let the world know it,
Was more than a blessing, for him to see those bars open;
So he hit the bars, to try to catch them while they open,
Mics in his hand, and he’s doing more than hoping;
Touch men and women, with the words that he’s spoken,
To get a lot deeper, than a pervert when he’s Groping;
Now his mind is open, and he’s climbing out the low end,
Telling all his stories, when he use to be the dopeman;
Playing with the girl, some call it Lyndsey Lohan;
But these were true stories, nothing like Michael Cohen;
Facts, cause he’s trying to uplift, a fellow bro-ham,
And he keeps it real, cause he never was a show-man;
Fighting for what’s right, like his first name was logan,
Crossing out the fake, now his true purpose showing;
