StoryTelling

Lyrics

[Intro - sparse 808s rumbling low, distant ad-libs echoing pain, slow trap hi-hats ticking like a heartbeat]

Yo... grew up in the cracks... art was my escape... but it cut deep...

[Verse 1 - slow deliberate flow, minimal keys dripping melancholy, breathy ad-libs whispering memories]
Mama's hands calloused from the brush, paint splattered on the walls we called home
Daddy's rage like a storm, easel smashed, colors bleeding on the cold concrete floor
I was five, hidin' in the studio corner, sketchin' dreams while screams shook the frame
Harsh lessons in the palette, black and blue bruises mixin' with the crimson pain
Neighborhood critics, junkies laughin' at my first mural on the busted fence
Tried to capture the light, but shadows swallowed it, left me clenched, no defense
Art class dropout, teacher said my soul too raw, too real for the frame
But I kept drawin' fire from the furnace, turnin' hell into flame

[Chorus - slowed 808 bass thumpin' heavy, layered auto-tuned echoes, haunting synth pads swelling slow]
Harsh art childhood, strokes of survival in the dark
Painted my scars, turned the hurt into art
From the canvas of chaos, I rose from the mark
Slow burn legacy, yeah, this my heart (ad-libs: heart... heart...)

[Verse 2 - glitchy vocal chops on key words, creeping hi-hat rolls, deep sub-bass vibrating tension]
Ten years old, gallery in my mind, but the world's just a vandalized wall
Graffiti wars in the alley, tags of trauma, rivals tryna watch me fall
Mom's final piece, portrait of us fractured, hung crooked 'til the frame gave way
Daddy pawned the oils for a fix, left the canvas empty, nothin' left to say
I stole the sprays from the corner store, bombed the pain on abandoned trains
Runnin' from cops and my reflection, colors clashin' like chains
Art was my blade and my bandage, cuttin' deep to let the poison bleed
Slow grind from the gutter, now my story's the masterpiece

[Chorus - intensified low-end rumble, pitched-down ad-libs stacking, reverb tails fading into void]
Harsh art childhood, strokes of survival in the dark
Painted my scars, turned the hurt into art
From the canvas of chaos, I rose from the mark
Slow burn legacy, yeah, this my heart (ad-libs: yeah... heart...)

[Outro - fading 808 decay, solo piano notes echoing sparse, whispered vocal outro with distant echoes]
Art don't lie... it scars... but it saves... Keem style, slow forever... fade out...