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