Painter of Life
Pictures of oppression all snapped in my head
My people ain't just dyin'
Because hope is dead
Flustering anger forced with fear
Set aside to monument our pride
Today there's a new breed here
Reckless, ruthless, nothing to lose
Thinking there is only one path to choose
I don't fight with them but I know the don'ts and do's
The picture I want to paint is one unabused
A picture so vibrant, with our fists in the air
One to show my people, it's okay to care
It's okay to think and live beyond the neighborhood
Of course, to ignorance, your aspirations aren't understood
But know you're the painter
Paint the life you should
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