On display for the world to see I tell a story of this young man's history And it, it doesn't matter if they never understand this my words are the paint, and this beat is my canvas I am a picture for the blind at heart A symbol of His love, through my broken art And it, it tells a story of Heavenly romances my lyrics are the paint, and this beat is my canvas
yo i'm feeling like a villain these days killing instrumentals yet resurrecting the track by breathing life in it God's light in it, every single minute i spit it, i see the glory of my resurrected Christ's image no time, for gimmicks, don't try to label me just call it, me being real, music enables me to be a representative of everything i stand by all-that i believe in, listen up and throw yo hands high music is an art to me gimme a canvas and some paint, i'll let my hands go i call this one my warhol, the next will be my vangoh my playlist is a gallery of artists i demand yo i'm a beautiful mess, and the devil keeps insisting me and you to be less but there's beauty in my struggle, in moments that are uncertain get ready for my exhibit, it's time we open the curtains walla, i am a mosaic shattered pieces collide into arrangement don't let em tell you what you can't be but go show em what you can be every limit they've given me, let it fall through your life speaks a message, i want mine to speak volumes and as they figure what to call you let inspiration spark, exclamation… mark!