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!
