Im bout to tell ya'll somethin... ima tell ya'll...
The difference between art and life... nah mean?

Art can't be taught, only sought after but confined,
Realized its disguised.... always seen but can't find,
Paints a picture, it ain't a figure, its more of a spirit,
Try to show it can't notice, but know it when you hear it,
Deep within your soul... and its only brought to life,
When you in the booth, or maybe doin a concert live,
That crazy thing you call your life, its all for ya dues,
Can't understand ya true pain till they walk in ya shoes,
Caution is used so you don't have to expire ya life,
Cuz like the art... sometimes it just requires a fight,
Ya try to be nice, and when what you writin be trash,
Art turns into beef, thats why usually the nice finish last,
So how can you recognize it? art ain't bout the money,
Who'd think art would spark and start crowds, its funny,
Seapk to the audience and hear cheers, the art appears,
So just know that when I flow that it all started here,
These flows are my art, funny cuz that is all i love,
Im just writin this in spite of this cat who calls my bluff,
Art is being exposed now, unexplained cuz I live this,
So to be honest... This art and life ain't no different..
My life is fake? and im on some kind of see through act,
Death will close your eyelids.. try and see through that,
And with my last words as im getin pulled in that black herse,
My life is my art so don't you ever get it backwards...