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some times words don't paint the picture
to convey what I'm meaning to say
some times trying to make it right
comes across wrong
I get sick and tired of
apologizing for doing my best
with the mess I'm in
went toe to toe with the best of men
no matter how much I
invested in I end up struggling
to make ends meet again
sick from trying to eat meat again
everytime we meet I have to
leave again seeking a natural
woman fed up paying for weave again
twist it up and leave it in
got my type set to the right font
a black X on all my stuff
cooking in all the books
red and green makes brown
I came from THE LIFE to get
to the GET DOWN invited all
to come to the sit down
in hope we rise with the sun
but not quite the scene
most time we low on green
when times be redder than
fire engines and darker than
the balckest black a crack is
a portal a portal is crack
gotta reach in deep to bring
em back who up for that
it's complicated when was
it not who can figure it out
nothings left to imagination
everythings talked about
the painting is almost done
but the colors a liitle off
