Correction Paroles Many Moods: Manifesto par Nick Brewer

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They're like, "who's he?", I'm the son of Gordy innit
Yeah I made some corny riddims, guess my label caught me slippin'
Now I'm an independent, free man, caught a vision
Write my manifesto down on this paper like Corbyn did it
I see the frauds are winning
I try to give them authenticity when forming lyrics
It doesn't get me many views so now I'm sorta slipping
And questioning if it's wisdom to try and force the listens
Still, I'm kind of saucy with it
Well, maybe not
Straight-laced, make a knot
I don't wanna take your spot, keep that little fame you got
And I don't know what I started but I'm afraid to stop
Like I'm being chased by cops in a Range that my neighbour robbed
And my brain's getting hazy like maybe I'm going crazy, doc
Just give me something to take away all this pain I've got
Well, it's worth a try, I guess

With a dialect representative of my address
I was signed yet felt like I was confined, yeah
Send a tune, they'd reply like, "hmm, try again"
Now I'm living life again
Yeah, I feel alive again
The same guy writing rhymes about Nikes when I struggle just buying them
Hustling right again
Yeah, you see the hunger in my eyes again
Yeah, eat the beat like it's dinner time
Full plate on my table, just know I finished mine
I gotta really grind
No longer chained to a label but now I'm back at square one as if I didn't sign
I see the finish line
But let me start again
No more half-my-heart attempts
They don't want me barring when my mindset's right
My oh my, I write, I write, I write about this life of mine
It's many moods
Yeah many moods
It's Brew

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