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letra de real - anemic

i’m just one in a crowd of many fans of street
when it’s just fame they seek, i can already tell their futures will be bleak
get your goals set straight, music should not be done as a career
i fear that’s the mind set so many people on this post are here for
making music is a hobby, some people just want to pay you for it
it’s a coinsidence, and you ignore it
stop trying to set a high score, there’s no compet-tion
just make music for the satisfaction, getting signed for rhyming shouldn’t be a mission

but i guess it’s contradiction, this whole post is pretty much an audition
but i’m prepared for remission and no clinician
i don’t even know how i became a minor/miner in the underground
i started making sound, and a part of my soul was found
now i’m just another in the crowd, artists can also be profiled
it’s wild how people think all we rap about is s-x and drugs compiled
but for me, it’s more than that — it’s a sense of expression
it’s not out of aggression, but regression; confession — for me, it’s depression

is this the bar i’m setting? making new songs in rapid succession?
i’m struggling comprehending how easy people think rap is, that’s the question
it’s out of oppression, coping from a stupid freshman, rapping’s just a connection
not a profession, stop rushing it, some times emotion needs a rest
it’s how i imprint an impression for the people i don’t know
it’s still progression, a way to lessen the hate when time goes so slow
i’m still recollecting my past, it was all one flash of cr-p that i could barely stand
regardless, it was special and helped my perception on life, helped me love my family

after years of rejection and lack of protection
i can’t be expected to rely on other people’s affection
i’ve always had an inflection, so with exception of my pessimism
i’ve come to terms with myself, and as a musician, i feel accepted
when things get worse, just keep expressing and everything land in place
it was made that way, what happens, happens, life ain’t no race
while all of you post music for the recognition
i post it for fun, i don’t chase the money, i chase my inner condition

i rap to boost myself esteem
i just rap to follow my dream
as hypocritical as it seems
i still bet this comment won’t be seen

because when emotion is put into music, it’s often ignored, maybe i will succeed

- anemic

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