If I gave you all of the pieces of me would you sell it for free? Misunderstanding the intreget parts that complete me. Not feeling my pain but feeding your greed. The gift and the curse of a truth-seeker. The gift and the curse of a truth-speaker. Taking advantage of my genius while I release my artistry. Trying to keep control of my soul while sacrificing my sanity. I just wanted to make it big but that turned out to be a nightmare disguised as a dream. I am a slave to the label and these 360 deals keep me spinning, perpetually confused. I still record and perform even though I realize that I’m being used. Is being raped by the industry worth living my dream? Going independent is such a risk and so many kids look up to me. When I gave you all of the pieces of me you sold them for a fee. I recieved no money for the sale of my sanity.