Print

[Verse:] MauSe Fumes from the paint can, slither through the night Tunes from a wast land, visionary light I'm giving people life from the mouth of a reaper I'm like Malcolm The Teacher, announced through the speaker My father taught me that buying a house is procedure And beds are a privilege when a couch cushions cheaper Sleeping on the floor isn't a doubtful procedure When your dreams are the reality of doubt to receivers Leaving my mark, in a literary state On buildings and estates, no filters for my paint I'm filming what I make Dark clothes on, what I throw on, these pilgrims wanna hate On the pillars that I make A gathering for my comrades Passionate what I forecast Question Marks on they forehead Looking at me when they walk past Outlaw throwing the law out There's an out-pour of what I thought out Cops got me all sought out Cause my work now get me more clout Uh Building my name up, never thought it get like this Ya'll do the same stuff, Ya'll ain't see no shit like this Letras de cancionesRemain humble through it all, man I don't bogart Remember my past life and that helps me go so hard Sleeping on benches, the stenches from the bums are so relentless But so is my drive, my hearts an engine Fuel, labored so long fingers that draw what I have viewed My table is gone, eat on the floor while I chew Young Panther looking at the front pagers The Basquiat's, The Warhol's, all the plush painters Inspiration on a daily basis I copped a can and went bombing like Hiroshima in train stations Last name numerical Question what I'm telling you I'll question plus riddle you like Batman in the physical Think about it, and keep it with you like a souvenir And when you do come find me, I'll be in Union Square [Outro:] I think it's a lot of people that are neglected in art, I don't know because if it's too many of the paintings or what. But um... I know black people are never really portrayed realistically. Or not even portrayed in modern art. It's just um... Up for a change you know? From Letras Mania