Verse 1)
The day that I awakened my life it was a blank paintin'/
It was a plain and vacant slate that was so ready to be tainted/
Some days I'd aim to be precise to practice pace and patience/
Other days I'd sloppily splatter paint all over the pavement/
‘Cause I don’t want to be limited by the framin’/
Sprayin' paint by wavin' 'till my location looks like a Pollock paintin’/
Creatin’ polished mayhem, albeit in moderation/
On the days when I want my ideas to be consolidated/
I rather snag a canvas, when that is all that I can manage/
‘Cause I may go in a panic pursuin' to paint every part of the planet/
When handed ceramics and a brand new brush to brandish/
My power starts expandin’ and I can’t take that for granted/
Damn, when I decided to pry out of my shell/
Because I might as well try and find where I excel/
And identify an outlet that might help me express myself/
I never thought I would ever spread outta Iredell/
(Hook)
There’s no instant magic
I’m a breathing canvas
It’s the only miracle i need—(yeah)
I’m free when I feel colors pour out from me
(Verse 2)
On my abstract brag rap sh*t, wreakin’ havoc with a palette/
Attractin’ masses when I Pop Art out like an Alex Katz graphic/
When I get ahold of moldable plastic, I sculpt a story so classic/
An impressive impressionist relishin' in his talents/
But how long will this sh*t last until it gets to my head/
And if I start to lose balance, could I get back up again/
To grab my brush and a gallon so I can paint the town red/
Or become passive, my passion I start to grow to resent/
‘Cause when a new piece I finish and I’m content with what I did/
Then I take a glance at my neighbor’s canvas and feel insufficient/
And maybe I could get better by takin’ someone’s opinion/
But I can get a bit sensitive to criticism, I admit it/
Every minute that I wait and hesitate instead of spreadin’ paint/
The closer that I’m gettin’ to the Heaven’s Gates/
And it's okay if what I make is nothing to celebrate/
However great, a heavyweight can always get in better shape/
(Outro)
Darling don’t worry
Not all we touch is gold—
Sometimes we need to break to really grow &
Maybe we’ll never know the colors we carry
Your palette soul will tell the world for you