Random cognition pt. 3

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just different

Don't be fooled by my southern slang, you'd be surprised what this complex mind of mine contains, mamma ain't raised no fool, still keep a cool head when I lose my cool, give my life before I sell my soul, yea it's hot as hell but this world so cold, I was born country but still play it smart, I must admit I was once blind, wanting to be famous not knowing they'd compromise my art, the pictures I painted would no longer have meaning, what's a story if no one can read it, I rather do it for the love of art, that's been in my heart since a young boy locked in my room, it was a pen that saved me from being consumed, by my regrets and transgressions, and sometimes this art is all I have and all I need to breathe.....