Acrylics

Got your knee bent, what you giving up?, you huffing like you ran a race

That stressing had me laid out on the canvas like I'm oil based, much un-inspired

Knuckles rough, my hands alone feel pissed, they mad they can't retire

60 years on paper, talent wise, I think they 65, & sick

And bout as good at art as niggas get at dumping clips

I drive my shit, the same way pilots fly they whips

Go brake a leg get understated, understand that's permanent

Somewhere in between the cracks of concrete where that concept live

Broke my leg, then broke the word, then found the norms all broke to bits

You seem a lil off, I'll put you on, I'm woke to all this shit

Seem to know the cost because I paid it, no refunds n' shit, it's no re-runs, mistakes read wrong

They spell out live and learn, its no regretting it