Art.ficial

Before this one starts
I make it clear that I don't even know if this is rap
It's been a while since I don't know if I know how to rap
And the worst part is that I dreamed about it since I was a kid
Maybe it was just a frenzy, I'm confused
Art provokes me beyond what metrics ask
While I try to fit tears into Snap
I see the best of me dripping behind the right mold
Genius or crazy? The dilemma is Kanye West
But if the subject is madness
Tell me: Who isn't?
My construction is crazy
But I keep going like Noah
Until the rain comes and actually proves what is not

When the curtain falls
That's when the theater begins
Everything hostage to applause
Including this
I judged the theater
But I'm part of the play
If art imitates life
Tell me: Which one bluffs?
Art imitates life, I say life goes on?
If life follows art, where does it lose itself
If the part with life is lost, then what is it for?
Serving art without life
Doesn't work for me, life goes on
If art is about life
Say: What is it to live from art?
Dying for what you believe gives life to the martyr
Killing what you believe to live, deep down it's marketing
And for me, honestly, I don't know if it's worth it

I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know if it's worth it

Maybe it's just a crisis
They say they are phases
What motivation beyond phrases and phrases
Maybe I'll try to save the world
But today I just want it to end
I don't want to limit myself to the mold that fits
Art is about flying
Kamikaze industry
Highlight even on the opposite side, like a crasis
It's organic and real, like the end of the live

I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know if it's worth it

What is it?
So alive and abstract
It doesn't even fit in the name
We use and try to name
It doesn't fit in the post
It doesn't measure up to metrics
It's born even in pain
But love is the favorite dwelling
From the soul it comes
Even quiet, it enchants
It's free, it dwells where there's life, where there's dance
It shouldn't be validated by how much it achieves
Mine is born in the hood and comes back with hope
In an era where the museum turned into fast food
Everything fast consumable
Still searching like Furious Fast
An infinite script
The rap scene even reminds me of Jesus Christ
More and more popular but not so well known
It's more than judging a problem
It's a warning of danger
If you grow far from the essence, it brings the risk of being distorted
I know they'll say it's crying
Maybe, but crying is screaming
But the subject here is art, I can't guarantee that
I still do it for love and it's not always romantic
But if I do the opposite, it will only be platonic love
I almost forgot about that
In seeking network
I forgot to count on myself

And about the imposed rhythm
In such a subtle way
That takes us light-years
Away from the heartbeat
Sincere and intimate
And without these beats
There's no rhyme that makes sense
That's all, folks!
At the moment I
Only have the crisis
Not everything is so artistic
But still I sing
Until the soul fits in the algorithm