You miss two or three celebrations, buy incentives, you beg me to come. Meet and greet with brothers really different, we be bearing arms. My family be at the table talking ****, guess that's the price of love. Putting money in his pockets, but I'm stressed, so here goes a dub. For years, been writing page after page just to get a head nod. Stay out the streets, get killed, or suffer; my reason for over night jobs. Trying not to rob. I've always dropped the ball so I gave it to God. Hanging out the window with my stick, we was out in Cobb.
I wanted to be in the league when I grew up. I wanted to be in the streets when I grew up. I wanted to be like bro when I grew up. I wanted all the hoes when I grew up.
I wanted to be like my daddy when I grew up. I wanted my own family when I grew up. I wanted to free my cousin when I grew up. I wanted to make it out when I grew up.
Never knew what love meant, I had to grow up. I never knew how to vent, I need to grow up.
I was acting like a little boy, I had to grow up. I be feeling like a lonely child, I gotta grow up.
I gaze the wheat field gusts of wind erupt and impede to the very end crows take flight towards the blood red Sun he calls them back rests his weary hands and tired eyes before the long walk into town his silhouette fades as I awaken to view the captured image that hangs from my wall
An atelier, her small world Dawn's begun, it's time to work What do Muses have in store? She walks with shirt and nothing more Closer to the easel, brush in her hands Nothing concrete is in her plans She listens to the song of morning With ideas slowly forming She mixes paints, breathes them in Such beauty just ought to be a sin Hand dances on the canvas blank A ballet of the highest rank Possessed by gods, she paints and paints Power surges through her veins Fix imperfections, a final stroke From trance she suddenly awoke Two steps back, sharp eye of a critic Mind that observes, an analytic And when she's happy, she sits on the ground Just looking and looking, not making a sound In her mind's eye, she feels his embrace Melancholic smile, tears on her face She painted for him, though he can't see "A one for the future, for him and for me"
emotional kata series of strokes against the resistance of canvas a picture evolves almost like nature becoming organic an extension of emotion battle conquering calamity the brush talks even shouts some passages poem based in pigment and oil at the end everyone is exhausted something happened beyond the reasonable control of evolution