Lyrics Dillemanns Clarity - 22

One day i got this clip
It was from a friend of mine
His name is BB he's a writer
I met a painter who
Was talking about art
A voice so confident and strong
From the heart
With the clarity of a man
Who goes for experience
In its truest sense
You can't create the art sublime
In your spare time
We all have sparks
You compromise in life
But not in art
He said
[Red boxing gloves
His punching bag hurts
His body firm
He's punching harder]
A part-time painter is the worst
The people who are partly anything
They are the worst kind
You have to try to be the whole
You have to sacrifice
But the biggest sacrifice is being half
His muscles are contracting
They emphasize everything
That he is saying
No philosophy
Just his truth
We all have sparks
You compromise in life
But not in art
In your spare time
We all have sparks
You compromise in life
But not in art
He said
[Red boxing gloves
His punching bag hurts
His body firm
He's punching harder]
Being trendy is dying a little
You don't have to be hip
You just have to know poetry
Anything that stands the turning of time
To create the art sublime
Seeing modern art, of course as modern as possible
They don't want to seem like old farts
This is causing all
The people to walk past the trees
Without seeing the art