[Verse 1]
Mamiya, the lens sharp, click-clack focus,
Framing up the world, I’m the hocus-pocus.
Snappin’ shots of truth, negatives exposed,
Darkroom whispers, my art juxtaposed.
[Chorus]
Mamiya in my hands, life through a prism,
Capturing the pain, the joy, the schism.
Shutter snaps quick, freeze-frame precision,
Through the glass I see my own vision.
[Verse 2]
Rollin' 120 film, stories unfold,
Silver halide dreams, memories in gold.
Develop in the depths, chemicals collide,
Pictures don’t lie, they reveal what’s inside.
[Bridge]
Focus tight, aperture on the grind,
Depth of field deep, frame the sublime.
Pullin’ back the curtain, expose what’s real,
Every shot’s a chapter, emotions concealed.
[Verse 3]
Double exposure, layers to the game,
Grainy imperfections, no two the same.
Wide-angle dreams, I’m framing my lane,
Mamiya in my grip, never shootin’ plain.
[Chorus]
Mamiya in my hands, life through a prism,
Capturing the pain, the joy, the schism.
Shutter snaps quick, freeze-frame precision,
Through the glass I see my own vision.