Writing music gives me a power I can’t explain. Just like painting. For once, I’m not being taught something, I’m not learning about something that already has been creating, I am the one creating. The things in my brain I can not put into words, I turn them into melodies that are the deepest part of my soul. My brain is not what forms my music, my soul is. It doesn’t take thought, it comes naturally. I was created, to create. What I can’t put into a melody, I put on a canvas. When you look what I paint, you are looking at my soul.
I ain’t afraid, I’m already dead
I just don’t know when we going
It’s crazy how the devil gets us when we heaven sent
My hands already red, I lost so many men
Heavy is the head that bares the crown that I’m wearing man
THIS IS A BUN APPRECIATION POST
Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.
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