Artistic thought

You know i stood my ground and tried to battle it for years.

Now they all call me Picasso cause I'm painting pictures clear.

Marching to the beat of my own drum, my shot cries out pur rump a pump pum oh now you can't talk what the cat got your tongue turns out when i am not around your mouth has got it done

and they said you say that all the time cause lately you've been spun

So go on stand up, but what's been done is done

really I am out just time cause still I doubled up my funds

advancement please on dividunds

stepping up the weekend runs

its guns and drugs like what a buzz

a side of love resides above

torn apart, we push and shove

well innocence don't fit the glove

since I've been out the cage. I've been sore in high for days.

You couldn't catch me in a rage

let alone when I am blazed.

I'll get this party lit for days

I know this ain't just but a phase. Heavy burdens of the world, but still my mind is trapped at war

against myself and all of those I say I'm trying for.

broken dreams and promises that we're not kept people lying for

yet still they try to play the game like I know who they're buying for.

Same old questions. See him prying more.

No I don't think it's worth crying for

I know my path and I hate the chores. Fuck I love my life while you hate yours.

bound again your trapped my friend. Find yourself I see the end

a left-hand path you can't defend.

I stood up to juries not made of my peers.

You know i stood my ground and tried to battle it for years.

Now they all call me Picasso cause I'm painting pictures clear.

if I don't hit you with my car I'll probably catch you in the mirror. adios amigo. You know I used two hands to steer

and I hope you brought your running shoes, but still no chance of getting near

in fact you have a better chance of facing all your fears

I'll watch you're not quite Superman. You need a couple beers

or maybe just an audience you need a couple cheers

stand up and do your raw raw raw

I came I point I shoot I saw

and all the cops say, blah blah blah

i climb a top and kill them now

They'res probably a better way, but hasn't no one showed me how

but it's my life that I live it wrong. I'm thinking not I still blow strong

in my life through every song

like Cypress Hill hits from the bong. And like I said, I'm too far gone

a darkened dusk, progressions bond

and like Celine my heart goes on

I won't stay trapped on bounce to be. This fairytale life look at we

are held by honor yet not quite free

yet in this honor others sea

a rose in Bloom a devil flees

all this comes full back to me

so will I die or fly the sky

I wonder will she pray or cry

so I asked myself should maybe I

find a spot to go and die

or find a spot to go and try

either way I cannot lie

just face the storm no rules defined

chasing shadows beyond my mind

so now I thank you for your time

you want an encore that'll be fine. Go get the bomb. I killed for mine i stood my ground