T.R.A. Lyrics

Empty spaces, what are we living for

Abandoned places, I guess we know the score

On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for

Hey, hey, hey aye

Hey, hey, hey aye

Hey, hey, hey aye

Hey

I got blood in my eyes, I can't see

The pressure's building up high, it's on me

They want to see my demise, I won't leave

They try to tackle me down, I still breathe

Got so much pressure inside to release

All I want is my art and to be free

All I know how to do is to be me

All I know how to do is to be T

TRA

Got so much pressure inside to release

TRA

All I want is my art and to be free

TRA

All I know how to do is to be me

TRA

All I know how to do is to be T

TRA

One day you'll see that I'm just me

I can't be if it's not me

I'm just

A lone visionary with ink in a dark room

No medicine, only shrink was the cartoons

Grew up as a fighter, in ciphers with scar wounds

Gun rhymes, when sun shines you see his thoughts bloom

Darts turn to flowers, devour the opps moves

They underestimated the power of what thoughts do

A powerful breed, flowering seeds, they all grew

Invite you all to the gallery that's inside my art room

Fully loaded lead, number two, and I might reach

Crimson-colored ink's like blood over white sheets

I'm a blank canvas, for starters, when I think

Then I channel the spectrum and shed light when I speak

My words live forever, my art is a high price

Before they understand it, the critics will die twice

I'm making history out of visions that's not nice

Hey, it's just my vice, bright rooms and dark lights

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Truth

Truth, reality, and art

Action, love, and pain, from the start

Passion, well-explained from the heart

And the soul of an artist that paints pictures when he talks

Truth, reality, and art

Action, love, and pain, from the start

Passion, well-explained from the heart

And the soul of an artist that paints pictures when he talks

TRA

I create it and let the world debate it

I'm still living purpose, whether you love or hate it

I'm fresh in this bitch, like Tony, uneducated

I'm god's son against a goliath, I'm young David

Master my skill with that will, I can play

Destiny as if it was clay, watch me shape

I've been patient, but I've been hungry, good gracious

Now that I'm up I can see the numbers in the matrix, uh

I can master the code, watch me change it

In theory, turn a half to an O, rearrange it

An alchemist with alphabets, oh I'm reacquainted

With language, use my tongue as a brush, you see me painting, uh

Empty spaces, I can turn them to art

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Get everything from nothing, the power of will and thought

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Turn anything to something, regardless of where I start

Regardless of where I finish, I'm destined to leave a mark

TRA

Truth

Truth, reality, and art

Action, love, and pain, from the start

Passion, well-explained from the heart

And the soul of an artist that paints pictures when he talks

Truth, reality, and art

Action, love, and pain, from the start

Passion, well-explained from the heart

And the soul of an artist that paints pictures when he talks

TRA

I got blood in my eyes, I can't see

The pressure's building up high, it's on me

They want to see my demise, I won't leave

They try to tackle me down, I still breathe

Got so much pressure inside to release

All I want is my art and to be free

All I know how to do is to be me

All I know how to do is to be T

TRA

Got so much pressure inside to release

All I want is my art and to be free

All I know how to do is to be me

TRA