Paint Palette Lyrics

Hey man

We got to talk

I have some people starving

And it seems you have the stalk

I know it's only been a month

And you've remained so consistent

So please excuse my insistence

But it's time to feed your flock

You know I have plans on horizon

But I

Could give a taste of the future

And I

Have a big exam this Monday

But you know what

The class always waits for the teacher

Gather my pillow and then I eat my dreams

When I have to pick between sleep and food

'Cause the things that I see when I hit those seams

Are the kind that would change your attitude

I flow 'gainst river

I reap in winter

When I get a splinter

I push it deeper

I ask for dough

When I kill the baker

I'll sleep really well

When I meet my Maker

Life's

Choking on the cinnamon

But keeping the rhythm

Or running in a marathon

With the sharp pain of the venom

I got a lot of it in my veins, though

I found jukebox to put my dime in

It's a special type of diner

'Cause they don't take pesos or diamonds

Please

Do slide in a notable quote or an anecdote

I was Humpty Dumpty but nobody came to save me

So I pieced myself together with my flows and my pages

And soon I came to find the chaos deeply woven in normalcy

And can understand why the craft is a drug to the sages

Stay tuned, I got way more truth to evince, like

There's always paint for canvas, if you bleed on the palette

Or the source of blood that stains the golden crown of a prince

Or the way that precious liquid tastes when it reaches palate

Pope or pauper may not talk to Piper

But I guarantee they'll both meet the Reaper

And I got the conch, so do let me speak

I'm not a craven soul, I won't dare beseech

Better to die doing something you love

Than to live doing something you hate

I got a piece of the pie handed from above

It's the only food that will sate

You swim fast

But you'll still get caught on the hook

Because it's not your speed in water

But the urge you forsook

I have slept among the swine but I'm no prodigal son

Cracked some hurdles on the track though I won't forfeit the run

I'm becoming the tree I always knew I'd be

Struggled through the seas of sorrow with no promise of glee

I came out the womb knowing tears and sweat were key

Even though my mama told me that's the OCD