Brother Ali - Sensitive lyrics

To the beat y'all (Check this out)
(This announcement I'm about to
Make is very important) yes
(Now listen)
(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
To the beat y'all (Sensitive about my shit)

Can't believe I'm still doing this
I thought my political views might ruin this
I figured you might've moved on
To these newer kids
My extra, extended hiatuses
Who would've thought you woulda let
Me get away with this? I mean
No one's waiting to see what
An aging hater thinks
I kinda wanted to be finished
I didn't wanna pull my heart out
Let you see in it
I just wanna grow privately, be free a minute
Plus my soul don't always
Have peace within it i tell the truth
But I can see that I'm conceited with it
I make a whole lot of mistakes, please
Don't be offended
I used to have this recurring nightmare
I'm on stage with the whole city inside here
I start choking and my
Lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
That you no longer care for dude

(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my
Shit) That's right (Sensitive about my shit)
(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my
Shit) Say that then
(Sensitive about my shit)

I love rappers with the big voices
They put the power in their lyrics
So you live for it and spit it boisterous
The ignorant can't ignore it
I put the preacher's style in my delivery
And I remember vividly somebody
Tweeted Chuck D
And asked him who the best voices are
And he mentioned me
I did seven shows a week for like five years
And used to scream on that mic
To make it sound clearer
Now I'm staring down my most profound fear
Started catching up with my vocal cords
I'm not so sure that I should perform no more
Back of my mind
Wonder what you're applauding for?

(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
Feel like the wrestler
(Sensitive about my shit)
(Keep in my mind that I'm
An artist) Yes ma'am
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
(Sensitive about my shit)

Huh, flying to New York to do some press
I just imagine that these people
Won't be too impressed
The loot he getting all at once
Is how they view success
But then the writer's like, "Brother Ali, sir
I've been so excited just
For writing this feature"
He asking all these dope questions
And did his research
And then I meet the editor and staff
And everybody got their cell
Phone camera to flash
And a story about how my music
Helped 'em in the past
I gotta ask y'all an honest question:
I mean
I'm beyond honored by this warm reception
But since you got respect
And an obvious connection
And every time you bless us
With the tiniest little speck
Of an online mention
Our fans all shower you with affection
And just blow up your comment section
Well, what the hell
I mean I ain't complaining
But, how come you don't place
Us in the Hip-Hop conversation?
They just look back with blank faces

(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
That joint got awkward fast
(Sensitive about my shit)
(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
(Sensitive about my shit)