Music Creation Software

sixpoundbrain asked:


I’m chillin at my desk, on a break from the stress,
Contemplatin music creation, with a flow that’s grotesque,
I was born in ’83 saw a love, turn to a game,
Seen souls lost in pursuit of fortune and fame,
A shame that the ones that work hard but flop,
Stand envious at people, cause they sit at the top,
I’m never envious of anyone, I challenge my reflection,
At the same time, I’m cautious of the industries deception,
And everybodies hustlin, grindin for the cream,
But the hardest niggaz I know, already died for their dreams,
And its hard to go on, seein so many dead friends,
I wonder if this paperchase will lead to a dead end?