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
words 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
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
words are the paint
and this beat is my canvas