Paintbrush

(I never cared bout no designer jeans/
Still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/
I never cared bout no designer jeans/
Still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/)

I wasn't faced with a hard time till older age/
Bills and all got me hog-tied just scroll the page/
Stressing out getting bald spots/
Every year that the balls drops/
I need a spaceship to fly away till my pulse stops/
Jaws drops/
Unorthodox, no tourist stops/
I got the flavor like assorted pops/
4th quarter shots/
Forget the pressure/
Ramen noodles, fried bologna with the crispy edge/
Made me savor steaks/
Glass of water never pissed the bed/
Thought provoking my focus is always Sister Sledge/
We are family but my sanity almost hit the edge/
Recording while my voice is hoarse call me Mr. Ed/
The coffin canopy slowly close and will hit your head/
They say you're not supposed to idolize or miss the dead/
I got my boots laced/
Keep a cool pace if I miss the tread/
I get the bread according to how the jam taste/
I got the juice, soft fruits and pear crepes/
Loose pennies in a tan crate/
Makes sense (cents) cause the money's in my hand space/
Gotta watch if they funny with the handshakes/
It's possible if a tortoise could win the hare race/
I'm narrating this life alone/
Through the microphone/
Just a part of me that was hard to see/
Like an artery/
Better pardon me cause I slaughter beef that will part a sea/
If you ain't drama free/
Run on, ain't no comma seen/
I remember seeing circles of the ganja fiends/
Eating succotash sweet corn mixed with Lima beans/
Once upon a time they all had Maserati dreams/
Now they tryna steal your momma's keys/
I never cared bout no designer jeans/
Still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/
Bagged lunch had the pasta and ricotta cheese/
Fly to death they think I'm a kamikaze scene

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I never cared bout no designer jeans/
Still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/
I never cared bout no designer jeans/
Still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/

Wishing of palm trees/
Fishing in calm seas/
The peer pressure had us all twisting cigar leaves/
Mixing cough syrup and soda pop/
Picture me doing that and it's photoshopped/
Lemme do the crop/
Vowels and syllables/
Similies and written tools/
Context, dialog /
Never get it ridiculed/
I be getting flattered when they giving out subliminal/
Backstroke and circle round my name like a swimming pool/
I can stay afloat without the inner tube/
I ain't cut short like an interlude they just assume/
A couple sage incenses when I'm in the mood/
Cause if the pen don't move that's how I lit the fuse/
I break rules I'm at the top of the food chain/
I ain't calling pockets at the end of the pool game/
It's all musical/
Sitting in small cubicles/
The world is what you make it/
I make it a small rubrics cube