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mars ill - my coloring book كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
its just the same old song, forgot the words and hummed the melody/
broke the kn_b 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 b_tton/
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/
fl!ckering 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

- mars ill

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