This is a song about "Art function"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Some friendly advice-use their energy as urs to function with

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Bleedin through colors til my mind can't function

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

You shook my world and it felt apart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

If i ever lose you then i need to know how to function independently,

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Thats the point of art isnt it?