Sauce Is Matisse - Choose the Music Lyrics

Listen I got a couple comments: my salary is modest
But I ain't getting any f*ckin younger, let's be honest
I bet I been a bummer, my significant other f*cks with my stutter
But I'm not what another's calling accomplished
I've got a good job, tryna be a beast at it
I gotta look strong, but y'all don't know how meek Matt is
I'm not a hood con, why the f*ck I keep rapping?
I need the beats, addict, and I need to speak passion
I need release, necessity gets the best of me
Please let me appease it, I'm pleading you don't think less of me
People, I don't need your decrees, I don't need your empathy
Believe I've accepted it's dead and buried, never meant to be
But I'll keep at it, I'm keeping it going for me
Boy I'ma keep rapping at least over 40
I'm boring, annoying, a freak asshole, ignore me
Cuz I won't be a whore to the industry, but I'm noisy

Yeah, I choose the Music
Hey I'm only human, I'ma do what I do and I choose the Music
Cool but uncredited, a fruitless endeavor
Been a fool to keep at it but the truth is I'm tethered to it

Why the f*ck do we matter within the majesty of matter?
I might be mad as a hatter but Matt is battling laughter
From inside this guy, massive chitter chatter
Is littering what I'm thinking when Tisse says Matt is a rapper
Guess I'm pathetic, but heck I'll never regret it
I said it, I meant it, I been inventive, lemme get it
My head is dependent, I'm on a bender, I've spent it
But gimme credit, I knew that this was a dead end at inception

Yeah, I choose the Music
Hey I'm only human, I'ma do what I do and I choose the Music
Cool but uncredited, a fruitless endeavor
Been a fool to keep at it but the truth is I'm tethered to it

Somebody from my hometown's tryna be a rapper still
They're getting old now, and they still don't have a deal
They're getting told how they'd better let their actions chill
So I'm alone when I spit this with impassioned feels
This what passion feels like, when I rap it's real love
But after healing from a collapse, I feel done
Trappers stealing what I've been after, meal funds
But it's never been about the money
Cuz there's too many rappers, and not enough poets
Too many actors, I call the stunt showbiz
Few if any masters, ballin' f*cks focus
And most don't even know who the authority on "dope" is
But me I know this: vocals are my remedy
I'm old and broken but I won't go let it get to me
Been a beast since 17, I shed my sheath and let it free
But now another decades ending, closer to the death of me

Yeah, I choose the Music
Hey I'm only human, I'ma do what I do and I choose the Music
Cool but uncredited, a fruitless endeavor
Been a fool to keep at it but the truth is I'm tethered to it