I just stroll through the shithole like a cripple Lips cold from liquor my stomachs full This whole life is packed with riddles So I’m out like Janet Jackson’s nipples At ease while the trees in the breeze they sway Birds sing it’s 88 degrees It seems like my memories a dream When I see this pretty girl on the street I scream “hey love” Because I know this bitch she got a pancake ass but some big ass tits I say hey love just stick with me It’s a perfect time to drink some Mickey’s So hey love we’ll have a good ass day I can make your problems all melt away So hey love don’t never say never I’m here to make your bad day better This is one of those times that happens, so seldom for us outcast kids, dropouts and felons When usually life is brutally more like hell to me Today the sun is telling me to sing a merry melody Take your time kick back and relax Hit the liquor store grab a six-pack and sit back Get your black book Call some skanks? Not today, give a phone call to that one girl that got away Cause I’m off my chain I shot some Novocain People stare at me they know that I’m not sane I talk to trees and shrubs they showed me some love I don’t need no one to tell me I’m dumb You can’t bring me down right now I feel good And if you’re too stressed out to come along then you should You can take a break from all that pain and panic This don’t happen too often so you should take advantage Hey love it feels good to feel good take another sip I wish everyday could be like this Yo I’m all over town I talk shit to everyone Don’t act like a little bitch it’s all in good fun I stop at mom and pops shops get drunk and chuck rocks When dumb cunts call I have to duck and dodge cops And I hope my adventure don’t land me in the slammer I hope you’re getting fucked up you know that I’m hammered I slur and I stammer fuck having manners I’ll call the prostitutes if you bring the camera And this time it’s all fine all night it’s alright no more weight of the world It’s so light It’s all mine we’re all like my balls in the pool just floating so high and everything’s cool Who knew vision could be so clear The pain we’d go through would just disappear Me and You we’re art too when everything transforms into a cartoon It’s alright

I heard that color don’t exist and from what I have gathered It’s just the way that light reflects off of particles in matter To become a shade as perceived by the human eye And that’s why colors can look different to you and I So if that’s true even you, you’re your own hue Nobody else will ever see things like you do Contours and contrasts they’re yours at long last So stare at things deep even through glasses and contacts In response that happens to chemicals in your brain It’s all the same as art whether pleasure or pain And like the rain and the snow the autumn sun in the distance Their existence is here for you to love and witness And admire the tones that don’t exist in all truth But you can see them because your eyes are painted on you All that’s there as the days go by I’ll just stare and don’t close my eyes All that lives will someday die no second chances to see them twice Everything changes even if it’s slight That’s why I gotta thank the Lord for my sight If you open your eyes and see his planets and see this Earth that turns and Venus Saturn’s rings and patterns completed No one can compete with his pallet it seems his beauty’s perfection Truly every section check it, it needs no correction Best believe the connection you do or don’t but respect it Every pixel is precious the answers yes and you guessed it All his brush strokes from us folks to gun smoke you must note The craftsmanship can make the toughest man blush or just choke So drop your books, cops and crooks families in cranny’s and nooks We need to just stop and look at every mountain and brook And all the fountains and deserts the amount of time that it took Blind men even felt the breeze and heard the leaves as they shook It’s painted elaborately see it has to be the greatest Shut your mouth look around and just appreciate it I wrote a thousand hours of pain with my mouth and my loud cries But I doubt that my outlines could ever amount to the Alpines And I doubt my cartoon rhymes could ever outshine A single speck of the Lords portrait in his downtime It’s hard to comprehend he created man in his vision And then people pretend he doesn’t exist or listen But our Sistine Madonnas and symphonies ain’t much Compared to what I see everyday by God’s paintbrush