I'm just a channel for the vision, never mine to begin with…

I'm just a channel for the vision, never mine to begin with
The art don't come from me, it come from something infinite
I open up and let it in, transmit it through my fingertips
The message chose me as the medium, I'm just the instrument

They wonder how I made it, like I'm sitting here and planning it
Nah, I just got still enough to hear what the universe was channeling
Some call it inspiration, I call it respiration
Breathing in the cosmos, breathing out the manifestation

I don't own these creations, I'm just housing the translation
From the realm that got no language to the world that need the statements
Content makers chase the trends, I chase the transmissions
Artists versus algorithms, I'm just living in the difference

The work finds who it's meant for, gravitational like orbit
I'm not pushing, I'm just present when the source decides to pour it
Conduit, never clouded, staying grounded but I'm flowing
The art moves through me like water, I'm the riverbed it's going