Unseen, misunderstood, but I keep it real
Art from the heart, it's the love I feel
They can doubt, they can hate, but I rise above
Creating for the passion, for the art that I love
Unseen, misunderstood, but I keep it real
Art from the heart, it's the love I feel
They can doubt, they can hate, but I rise above
Creating for the passion, for the art that I love
They don't see the struggle, the grind, the hustle
Paintbrush in my hand, but they see a puzzle
Putting on the muzzle
Words on my tongue, beats in my veins
Pouring out my heart but they just see the stains
Late nights, no lights, working through the fights
In the silence of the night, I bring my dreams to life
Every stroke, every note, it's a piece of me
But they overlook, underestimate what I could be
In the shadows, I dwell, where the critics can't tell
Painting my soul, like a story to sell
Every rhyme, every line, it's my battle cry
They can't comprehend, but I still fly high
Echoes in the hall, where my art stands tall
Against the odds, I'm here, giving it all
Unseen, unspoken, my spirit's unbroken
In every beat, every canvas, my truth is awoken
In the silence, in the whispers of the night
I find my light
Though they can't see, they can't understand
I create for the love and not for their demand
Unseen, misunderstood, but I keep it real
Art from the heart, it's the love I feel
They can doubt, they can hate, but I rise above
Creating for the passion, for the art that I love