Freehand touch, mind makes up the picture visualize/
Drawn to canvas like a moth to light mesmerize/
Pencil in the pieces missing making the picture clear/
erase the traces of lines no longer wanted there/
hands speak for vocals when voices can't be heard/
Eyes act as ears soaking in unspoken words/
Graphics break away falling from the easel stand/
Three D images escaping imagination land/
Freeze, chill out to calm the high degrees/
wipe away the sweat and don't forget to breathe/
Breathe, let oxygen in and lungs fill/
Don't fear the expression, This art shit is real/
Real, Life put down in different forms/
Slowly breaking away at the stereotype of norm/
We are forced to face this blank wall/
Some accept the colorless while others choose to draw/
Draw/

Freestyle sound, slow down the thoughts that circulate through the mind/
Arrange each word so that it fits into a rhythmic line/
Motion the hands cast a spell to leave crowds hypnotized/
If in battle then render opponents paralyzed/
Imagination takes over intensifying skill/
Extreme focus falling deeper into the sypher still/
Finding the minds at a higher state than when at the start/
True words spoken from the core of a poets hart/
Freeze, chill out to calm the high degrees/
wipe away the sweat and don't forget to breathe/
Breathe, let oxygen in and lungs fill/
Don't fear the expression, This art shit is real/
Real, Life put down in different forms/
Slowly breaking away at the stereotype of norm/
We are forced to face this blank wall/
Some accept the colorless while others choose to draw/
Draw/