[Intro]
Yo—
It’s ugly before it’s art,
Mess before it’s smart.
And you? You stayed when it fell apart.
[Verse]
Started with nothin' but corners and edges,
Frame the chaos, testin' your pledges.
Blank slate—ain’t no map to the middle,
Just vibes and hope and guts to wiggle.
Outside’s lookin' like it might make sense,
But the center? That’s the real suspense.
Dive in blind, that mountain of mess,
Where “where the fuck do I start?” is just stress.
[Pre chorus]
[Chorus]
Snatch a win when two pieces align,
Feel like fate just gave you a sign.
Maybe link it to the frame, not bad,
Till you hit that phase where it's all gone mad.
Mad like, “why’d I even try this shit?”
Box said “beauty,” but this feels like a pit.
Still—we grind, 'cause quitters don’t win,
Click one wrong piece, it caves from within.
That dream? It’s on the box, not built.
No shortcut past patience and guilt.
Some finish fast, others take years,
All spill sweat, all shed tears.
[Pre chorus]
Persistence, loyalty, the silent crew,
Where every move’s a choice that’s true.
One by one—click—lockin' in fate,
Even when progress shows up late.
[Chorus]
It’s ugly before it’s art,
Mess before it’s smart.
And you? You stayed when it fell apart.
[Verse 2]
So now the final piece... click.
Stand back—this shit is slick.
A moment of silence, soak it in,
Not just the picture, but where you been.
[Chorus 2]
All the times you nearly quit,
All the cussin’ when it didn’t fit.
You earned that view, that breath you take,
That “damn, I did it” no one can fake.
And while they sleep, you built slow,
Not everyone sees what you know.
'Cause not everyone sticks when it’s tough,
Not everyone’s made of that kinda stuff.
[Bridge]
This journey? Relative. Deep. Yours.
Every edge, every cut, every metaphor.
Enjoy it. Own it. That effort you give,
That's the real prize — that’s how you live.
Next box? Next path? Next fight?
You already know the dark births light.
But before you go...
Respect this glow.
You clicked it in. Now let that show.
[Pre chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2]
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