[Intro — atmospheric, melodic, half spoken] I still draw the lines Of a world that's long gone Fold the edges of a map Nobody walks on I am the hand I am the land I am the last one Who still understands [Verse 1 — rap, deliberate flow] I got coordinates for cities underwater now Got longitude and latitude for burning ground Still measuring the borders of the empire that fell Drawing paradise in ink While living in the shell Every system that I learned Was built on someone's dream Every border on this map Was someone else's seam I trace the roads that led me here With someone else's hand I am the cartographer Of someone else's land And still I draw Still I fold Still I mark the X On gold that's cold Mapping out a life I didn't choose to chart With legends written by Another person's heart [Melodic Hook] I'm drawing maps of places That don't exist no more Holding onto routes That don't lead anywhere before I know these lines by heart But I don't know what they mean The last cartographer Of everything between [Verse 2 — darker, faster flow] See the tragedy ain't ignorance The tragedy is this — I knew the world had changed But kept my pencil in the fist Like a soldier in the jungle Still fighting someone's war Loyal to a cause That crumbled years before My beliefs were architecture Built on cracking ground My convictions were cathedrals In a flooding town I maintained them Painted them Kept them standing straight While the world outside Had long unlocked a different gate So what do you do When the map and the land disagree? When everything you charted Is a ghost of what could be? Do you draw a new world Or do you mourn the old one's ghost? Do you burn the map completely Or protect what matters most? [Melodic Hook] I'm drawing maps of places That don't exist no more Holding onto routes That don't lead anywhere before I know these lines by heart But I don't know what they mean The last cartographer Of everything between [Bridge — sparse beat, almost spoken] Maybe every generation Gets the map they're given Traces someone else's borders Just to feel they're living Maybe wisdom isn't knowing When to draw the line Maybe wisdom is admitting That the map was never mine But I still draw Because the drawing keeps me sane Because the hand that holds the pencil Has to hold on to something In the rain [Final Verse — slow, melodic rap, emotional] I am the cartographer And I am the terrain I am the fading ink And I am the stain I am the compass needle Spinning without north I am the map of everything I've ever been worth Last cartographer standing In a world redrawn Still holding all these pages Of a world already gone Not because I'm blind Not because I'm lost But because some maps remind you What the journey cost [Melodic Outro — sung, fading] Still drawing Still drawing Still drawing lines On a world That's no longer mine Still drawing Still drawing Maybe that's the sign That I'm still Still alive
