Story Behind The Song
One day I was pondering the music industry wondering what it really takes to get recognized for the hard work artists put in when I decided in this industry theres so much pop culture and facades covering up real artistry.
Song Description
When will I receive recognition for my hard work? Maybe never. I look around and see so many talented artists that are struggling while those who are controlled reap the most benefits and rewards.
Song Length |
4:45 |
Genre |
Rap - General, Pop - Easy Listening |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
Mood |
Nonviolent, Moving |
Subject |
Musician, Dreams |
Similar Artists |
Kendrick Lamar, Ellie Goulding |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Recognize the fragments of my dreams,
Spread across the floor, now ripped open from the seams.
It awakes me from my slumber, wonder if my number is under..
rated, hated, waited on this moment, just to be finally congratulated.
What is this wizardy you're giving me.
No lightning on my forehead, I got thunder in the words I speak.
Recognition before I reach my peak.
Seek out, all the aspects of life and recognize that I'm here to teach..
Here to teach..
Now recognize that.
Now recognize me,
Now recognize the feat that you're about to see
0.47
You might recognize me tomorrow.
Might not recognize me at all.
Maybe, I'm destined..
You might not hear me clearly.
You might not understand me.
Clearly, I'm destined
1.15
Poetry not confined in books, I'm kinda shook.
Surrounded by those who look like suits, but are more like crooks.
Castles, tower over those who hassle just for simple fame.
Give up souls to just be chosen give up hope and then are tamed.
To entertain, just for money.
They lose their name, to become the.
Epitome, of a superstar. Recognize who they are.
Better Recognize.
Better Recognize.
Better recognize, seem so honest but are filled with lies.
1.43
You might recognize me tomorrow.
Might not recognize me at all.
Maybe, I'm destined..
You might not hear me clearly.
You might not understand me.
Clearly, I'm destined
Destined.......
2.16
observing the room, all I see are familiar faces.
Structurally sound to my eyes, sensing all the aesthetic makers.
Makers of art, painters, clothing, sculptors, major labor.
Put into their craft, hoping one day to achieve major paper.
They crave recognition, of their emotions put onto media.
But the media denies the realest, and rather display just fake criteria.
So artists quit, or sell them gimmicks to make a live.
ing, or sing about lives that they know too well aren't existing.
so sing a song, that they'll sing along to....
about a life, that you don't belong to....
Maybe, you'll be recognized.
For all the work you made, that you despise....
You might recognize me tomorrow.
Might not recognize me at all.
Maybe, I'm destined..
You might not hear me clearly.
You might not understand me.
Clearly, I'm destined
Destined.......