Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every time I my pen
Upon the page and the words
I but couldn't show 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of what the of stating
Openly my might be,
When I rant and rhyme and
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is some
In creating for self
But why before the public
What is best left on the
while I write I do not feel that
What I pen is alone,
Even could be misguided
As are I have known
Who swore, souls, that they possessed
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could they did but prate
On subjects touching something
Which be unproven, or,
In of content, speak in tongues
Yet know not they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
Some force divine, but still I
That I never be content
To hold my tongue when I speak
Or change my to suit the hour
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not wish to
The that others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But dark is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can question my
But those who listen close
Can often what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
Perhaps always question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
well, long as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And speaks it she may not please.
Fortunate the
That hears honest thoughts as these.