The Story Behind The Paint

She must have been sixteen
With skin darker than a missed dream
Buttered in slick cream
Like one of them flick queens
She covered her hip-swing like she humble on instinct
Wiser than sixteen and striving to reach dreams
But time is a windshield that
Blinds you when shit seems
Liable to sink quick and you diving and fishing
For that viable light vision
Or any kind of magician
To Pray you out of your prison
Pay you out your position
The day you find that its missin’ huh
You wind up like she is stuck
Walking the pave half-naked only when it is dark
Gotta be brave I reckon that word depend on her
Or lack of it I figure it’s haunting all the same
Look at her eyes search for the story behind the paint
Life’s a beast your breathing energy you gotta tame
When wifes get beat I’ll be an enemy coz I’m male
Emily’s [?] hard as nails and it be hard to fail
When your goal is self destructing in a gutter where
No-one remembers she stopped being a mother there
No-one remembers her son didn’t breathe the summer air
Only a cool breeze that shocked him into heart failure
A month later no sign she swear God hate her
Broken heart taker back to doing park favours
Ain't much later the rain come greater
The rain come greater coz God’s the narrator
Of a story well-told for the love hater
You can feel the vibe eating at your wallpaper
You can feel the vibe peelin' off your wallpaper
You can feel the vibe eating at your wallpaper
You can feel the vibe peelin' off your wallpaper
If you look real carefully
You can feel the vibe eating at your wallpaper
You can feel the vibe peelin' off your wallpaper