Therapart

I live in the land of sculpt and paint Trying to kill the pain and hate Using hands to create What I anticipate Pump my soul into role Mixing halfs until they're whole Putting words into vision Thousand words is how you're livin Thousand layers in my brain Make it real to keep me sane & you better BEST believe I've been sent here to achieve You think I'm doin it all wrong But these aren't bars straight from your song These are mine, I do it my way You're thinkin 10 years, I'm doin it today I'm doing it wrong on your map But I'm not playin in that trap I do it my way tell my truth And that's how it has to be

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