Art.ficial

Before this one starts
I make it very clear that I don't even know if this is rap
It's been a while since I know if I can rap
And the worst part is that I've dreamed about this since I was a kid
If it was just an outburst, I'm confused
Art provokes me beyond what the metrics ask for
As I try to make tears fit into Snap
I see the best of me slipping away behind the right mold
Genius or crazy? Kanye West's dilemma
But if the subject is madness
Tell me: Who isn't?
My build is crazy
But I'm still like Noah
Until the rain comes and proves what is not

When the curtain comes down
That's where the theater begins
Everything hostage to applause
Including this
I judged the theater
But I'm part of the play
If art imitates life
Say: Which of the two is bluffing?
Does art imitate life or does it dictate what life will do?
If life follows art, what part does it lose?
If you lose the part that has life, then what is the point?
Serving lifeless art
It doesn't work for me, life goes on
If art is about life
Say: What is it like to live from art?
Dying for what you believe in is what gives life to the martyr
Killing what you believe in to live, deep down it's marketing
And for me, honestly, I don't know if it's worth it anymore

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

Maybe it's just a crisis
They say it's phases
Look for motivation beyond phrases and sentences
I will 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 being organic and real, like the end of the live

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

What is it, what is it
So alive and abstract?
It doesn't even fit in the name
That we use and try to name
Doesn't fit in the post
Does not measure pro metric
It is born even in pain
But love is a favorite home
From the soul it comes
Even when quiet, she enchants
She is free, she lives where there is life, where there is dance
It should not be validated by how much it achieves
Mine is born in the slums and returns with hope
In the era when the museum became a fast-food restaurant
All fast consumable
I'm still looking for Furious Fast type
An infinite script
The rap scene even reminds me of Jesus Christ
Increasingly popular but not so well known
It's more than judging a problem
This is a warning of a danger
If it grows away from the essence, it runs the risk of being distorted
I know they'll say it's crying
Maybe, but crying is free
But the subject here is art and in this part I do not guarantee that
I still do it for love and it's not always romantic
But if I do the opposite, it will just be platonic love
I almost forgot about that
In search of network
I forgot to count on me

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