Don't stop, yuh, don't stop
Heart don't stop
My art go boom, boo-boom, like
Falling down
Stack all paper all the way to the top then it's falling down
Falling down
I'm falling now
This isn't a song, this is a warning
It's been a couple years since I've stopped performing
I've allowed myself to undergo my own transforming
I'm morphing, in my heart, there's something forming
And I've been afraid of change since I started recording
My story isn't rags to riches off of rapping vicious
I'm not magic with this, I simply have a vision
To always pass the limits of whatever last was finished
That's why my best song will always be something I haven't written
There are no rules to life, you can't be bad at living
But I need to learn to snap the ribbon of my elastic image
As soon as that happens, it'll be legendary
But for now, I'm underground suffocating in this cemetery
Forever bearing feelings that people are never caring
I know I'm young, but the thought of not being remembered scares me
So I fill pages up with proof of my existence
I'll always paint pictures with the writtens
And when the paint dries
I'll be by your side
Watching the walls lose their shine
And at the same time
The tears we'll wipe
Will fall like paint
From our eyes
'Cuz the stars in the sky
Are meant to die
But that don't mean they don't shine
So stay bright through death and life
And never lose sight of your light
I don't like to lecture, I'd much rather embark
On a rhyming adventure and create attention where I'm in the center
This isn't pretending I'm a contender
Because in the art of fight-writing, I never liked to surrender
But what happens when your magic has you stunned
And you feel as worthless as the ashes you will soon become?
The innocence in images begins to run astray
And every color and shade of paint runs to grey
I say the same lame statements day to day
While placing blame for pain on days that don't go my way
But I'm being killed by the knives inside me
Praying for some rain to hide the fact that I'm crying
Lord knows I'm trying to forgo the lying
My poor soul is writing with doors closed denying
I force flows through poked holes on a normal page
Is this a stroke of genius or some hormonal rage?
Dry paint, dry paint, may you never chip
If you do, then I will die, cuz we're the same shit
Our image is insignificance to existence
If these walls fall, the earth will keep on spinning
If my heart stops, the fish will keep on swimming
I'm only as good as the amount of people who listen
And I could go the distance if people saw me as different
But nope, I'm just another rapper spitting
And right before I feel like I'm about to chip and fall
For some reason, I get another layer of paint on my walls
I know I pile up a boatload of my music
But no one knows that I alone am the reason I do this
So before I choke on my saliva
I hope that i'm alive to witness the smoke from my fire rise up
Who's to say I'll live to see another day before I
Write another coat of paint
Thanks
And when the paint dries
I'll be by your side
Watching the walls lose their shine
And at the same time
The tears we'll wipe
Will fall like paint
From our eyes
'Cuz the stars in the sky
Are meant to die
But that don't mean they don't shine
So stay bright through death and life
And never lose sight of your light
Lie la lie la lie la lie lie
Lie la la lie
Oh
I'll wipe your tears before the paint dries
Lie la lie la lie la lie lie
Lie la la lie
Oh, oh, oh
We all die
It'll be alright
Lie la lie la lie la lie lie
Lie la la lie
Oh
I'll wipe your tears before the paint dries
Lie la lie la lie la lie lie
Lie lie la lie
Oh
Woo