White Canvas

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
White paper, blank start, no mistakes, I draft the plan
Pen in hand, pressure on, no time to hesitate
Every move, a stroke of fate, the rhythm in my veins
Concrete jungle, I’m the brush, painting the pain
Grit on the ground, I’m the ink, the world my canvas
No room for error, I’m the beat, the silence I crash
[Chorus - low male vocal]
White canvas, I’m the artist, no turning back
Every line a story, every stroke a spark
White canvas, I’m the truth, no filter, no mask
I’m the sound, the silence, the crack in the black