Bob Ross

My Thoughts travel in space
Sometimes I feel like a waste on the planet where the greedy are thriving
Came from a dirty tike in the projects
Tryna to learn my powers and show the people the theme of the profit
May the lord bless us
Blood line of my illustrious the whole chesson
And Kenzo dean push the legacy
Returning back after theses messages
Passion for my poetry is similar to thе effects of extacy
Writtеn in euphoria
My sword clear from blood stains of slaughter rappers who wasn’t supporting us
Ghost of egon
Deeper then portals in the atmosphere
Crack a beer
Jump for your excitement
The master of the cypher
The flyness
Double lp status
Last don forever
All eyes on my life after death
The canvas dripping multi colors of my deepest emotions
3rd eye string the mouth to make the sequence bolder
So it reach the soul
Splash on paintings like a pizza roll

Inquisitive youth
To nonchalant elder
Live your fair share and you’ll know better
The brain is a time capsule of memories
Dark days and ideal fantasy that fruition
Due to inner ambition
Fighting drepression and bi polar suggestions
Shit even Van Gogh cut off his ear
The Human vessel that the energy wears
The costume is the flesh that’s why it’s left on the earth when it’s gone just like the money and the clothes we put on
Another topic for another rhyme
Hope you appreciate the colors on the easel that I share with the people
My mind the key to my blind soul
Survived fights with the devil blindfold
Cigarette lit ready for what’s in the wind
2nd coming in Aquarius chart wisdom
Crafted my hands don’t fuck with the digital art niggas
Talking all this top tier shit but I’m 8 levels above and beyond niggas
You get it