Starving Artist: Verse 4

   Have you ever put yourself in the old, worn boots

Of somebody with talent that has never borne loot?

Do you know what it's like to see billboard songs

Thinking you would make it by now, but still, you're wrong?

To see people whom you helped pass a test in class

Helped them mix their songs then see all your best surpassed

See them run studios and profit from skill

I know what talent is and I've got it, but still...

Can't pay this rent working less than 20 hours a week

I'd pray to god, but that's like turning over cowardice cheeks

Might be biblical and lyrical, No power, too meek 

It's like joining languages at the Babel Tower to speak

That's how hard it is to focus with so little on the last check

With student loans to pay for a career that I don't have yet

With music gear but without a studio to keep it in

An ocean of debt and no buoyancy for me to swim

No way for me to win, no time to take a breather

Trying to get paid doing what I love and doing neither

Writing songs is getting hard, easier time on my guitar

But mixing songs not up to par when all success just seems so far

Used to making beats with baking heat, battling, breaking streaks

But even trying to write this verse has taken weeks, I'm aching, weak

I think if I'm not gonna finish shit then I'm starting none

Sometimes I'd rather not be an artist than be a starving one