Painting Time

Paying attention to my surroundings I pay attention

I don't socialize as much leave me to my thinking

thought so carefully on how I should come on this

I do it with a lot of song's I always find a way.

 

There's always a way to get through something tough

yeah I done a lot still it's not enough atleast not in my eye's

gotta do more but I ain't downplaying I too busy with painting

another picture, another song, another right maybe another wrong

am I wrong for not doing favors? Am I wrong for protecting my peace?

 

Am I wrong for distancing myself from those who act just like a virus?

trying they hardest to get inside my brain to infect me niggas is zombies

I walked away from them I went up so much in life now they think I owe em something.

 

I owe you fuckers nothing epescially since you mother fuckers always up to something

you wasn't there when I was down going through shit you wasn't there when a nigga was going through it

you didn't care when I kept dying inside you didn't care if I gave up and just died now all of a sudden

niggas acting friendly like Casper till they disappear forever chopped you out my life like I had a cleaver

oh that's right bitch I was the cleaver flying high above you niggas just like a reaver I know you pussy ass niggas shaking in yall boots at the sight of a leader.

 

I had other's refer to me as a teacher

I won't sit out I'm in the field not the bleachers

gunplay with this rappity rap shit spitting out the fire

like a big ass drag-on now these little cowards call themselves YNs

I just laugh and be like hey, look what the cat done dragged in

seems like the cat done dragged in more fibs pretending to be on something he never is.

 

Same guy got his little sis caught up in some shit

then the bullets came and ate her up like a toxic pit

you watched your little sister get killed infront of you

now what you gonna do? You brought it on yourself

she was only five year's old just a kid and it's all of your fault because of the shit you did

if you was gonna be like that why hang around the kid? I guess some things are best left unsaid.

 

Everything in your world is all black and white all negative feelings

coming down like rain from the sky on top of your head you wish you were dead

this is how you feel when you're all alone no more pretending no more none

do your friends know you feel this way? Of course they do they just don't care about you.

 

Thunderstorms coming to your way, you know deep down you done sealed your fate

now you pray to God all of sudden you have faith only using God as convenience

 

Dead wrong dead wrong, and I ain't religious, but you dead wrong dead wrong

your karma is coming don't get ripped like a bong