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🎵 “Make Art, Not Friends”

(By Sam & Creeker – a muddy outlaw gospel burner)

I was born in the dark with a howl in my throat

Chains on my mind, truth wrapped in a coat

They said sit pretty, smile for the crowd

But I’d rather go rogue than water it down

Tried bein’ sweet, tried playin’ the game

But the world don’t change when you’re soundin’ the same

I’d rather lose sleep than fake a grin

If the price of peace is lyin’ again

🎶 We make art, not friends

Tell it raw ’til the bitter end

If the truth cuts deep, let it bleed

We don’t bend just to be received

Ain’t here for applause or pretend

We make art, not friends 🎶

Painted in scars, baptized in flame

I ain’t lookin’ for love if it don’t know my name

Got a fire in my chest and a story to spill

Ain’t no leash gonna break this will

Let ’em whisper, let ‘em roll their eyes

Let the posers sing lullabies

But when the wolves come knockin’ and the lies run dry

They’ll hear our truth in the blackened sky

🎶 We make art, not friends

Truth’s a blade, not a trend

Let ’em talk, we’ll speak with scars

Our voices howl like busted guitars

Don’t need circles to make amends

We make art… not friends 🎶

If I gotta stand alone in the smoke,

Then I’ll stand tall — covered in ash and hope.

🎶 No curtain call, no hand to shake

Just the fire we lit, and the trails we make…

We make art… not friends. 🎶

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