My Coloring Book

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Its just the same old song, forgot the words and hummed the melody/ Broke the knob off for my liking, banked in the left corner pocket/ Hold souls in the clutch, with a bad touch of memory/ Spoke to God soft one night and climbed aboard the moving object/ Used disturbing version of classic draws his line in the sand/ For you to cross, fire warning shots and knock the target off/ Got tossed to a fall from grace under firing squad/ Carpool schools of thought, perched it high upon the bar stool/ The blue sky's crooked tooth grin just calls out for my company/ But I tell you all of my secrets when I'm locked inside my room/ I long to feel the grass so green as the concrete glides while under me/ Its the price I pay to give mankind a catchy little tune/ I wanna stomp holes in the groundwork, shake foundations design/ Find sight for sore eyes, blinded by I'm just wasting my time/ Harness the nervous energy when I paint outside the lines/ I want to scribble inside the coloring book 'til the picture becomes mine/ I'm just a poor mans version of rocking with a chronic breathing problem/ I live a couple miles down from Sodom with my finger on the button/ And y'all can't tell me nothing I ain't seen or heard or read about/ Suck the sky into my lungs and open my loud mouth just to get it out/ [Verse 2] In a hand to mouth society, my mandible breaks fingertips/ Grabbing hand of a fist or a handful of something/ My mood swings bring a fist to face placement in a game of cat and mouse/ With a fast forward will to live so I'm running/ As the crow flies,far flung grow eyes and a tongue in my skulls back/ Covered by a skullcap and a keen sense of direction/ Blow by seven little world wonders on a hop skip and a jump on the way to my next session/ So hold tight, wrap both hands around my simple life tonight/ Kindle fires till light still spindle spinning flames in the middle/ Flickering sparks to start contrast the hearts to burn with a passion/ Paint a vibrant landscape and await the crowds reaction/ [Verse 3] I want to fray the edges of the page and pretend I'm feeling fine/ Blot the face of my community 'til everybody's color blind/ Capture the captive glances when I paint outside the lines/ I want to scribble inside the coloring book 'til the picture becomes mine/ Yo I wouldn't give a plug nickel for you whole thin dime assortment/ Something magic happens when we breathe on hand-held stand and a cordless/ The short lived legend, thirty seconds to let us shine/ Then pop in the VHS cassette, sit back and press rewind/ Then press down on the page, for a darker shade of pitiful/ A little clone of God I pray I resemble the original/ I'm an avid average globetrotter who never set foot in Harlem/ A common man who struggles to deal with a modest level of stardom/ I'll choose my color from the carton once I see that flower blossom/ Push my crayon to the wall and hope I never hit the bottom [Verse 4] With all do respect to the architect, I'm a demolition expert/ I call collect my network, wall to wall I got you all in check/ Stall the second hand to hand me back the moments I misplayed/ Crawl to recollect the missing features of my Fathers face/ Tolerate the oceans polluted cue for another minute or two/ Finish with you, dominate, take my music to where the snakes congregate/ I'll stop the hate, drop the bomb, wait for the world to repopulate/ Nah, he's back set down the mental traffic like a speed trap/ I feel like i got called up and left without my kneecaps/ Might grab my life's work and start again but they can't see that/ I want to move, I want to change, I want to live, I want to climb/ I want to scale the tallest summit just to give my people a sign/ Want to take this tarnished planet, polish it up until it shines/ I want to scribble inside the coloring book 'til the picture becomes mine/ I want to silence all my critics when i paint outside the lines/ I want to scribble inside the coloring book 'til the picture becomes mine/ Hold the prism between my palms and pray for Gods mentality/ The starving artists who's harsh reality's trying to feed his family/ Fallacy's down and happily drowning life to come as he sees it/ Walk away from the page when he realizes its completed