Sculptor

’s hard to listen when the noise too loud. every thought weighin’ heavy like a blackened cloud. but i push through the storm, the rain, the shroud. now my voice gon’ rise, i’ma make them proud. het pad van eigenheid, waar je leert jezelf te omarmen en je unieke kwaliteiten te laten zien they can’t knock the hustle. chaos is all around me, but i steady the vi...