Let me paint a canvas with my energy
Start off with a yellow face
I did not choose the racial identity that puts me in my place
I won’t forget it, B
I be staring at my father’s portrait that he made for me
Brown and green to set the scene
Hiking up the mountain used to satisfy
Reading Ranger Rick ignites a battle cry
But weary eyes wander for a bit, they’ll try to rectify
but grass ain’t turning greener if you let it die
Drops of red from the fatigue
Drip, drip, dripping nasal cavity
Let the streaks run out while I'm thinkin 'bout mortality
Little bit pretentious when I make a scene
Anderson direction with a Hitchcock-ian pedigree
Body be
Blue enough to symbolize sunny skies or ocean wide
Body mostly made of water: careful not to get much hotter
Waves are crashing hard, they need a time for peace
Allow my mind to sink a little into me

Stroke of violet on the palette
Lead brush to a path of violence
Trace around the edges of the man who keeps
his anger silent
Jabs and stabs, he has to take:
vengeance leads to no escape
See the stains of man lay on his hands
before they’re ultraviolet
Splash with shades of orange
High excitement, semi-volatile
Cruising down the highway watching
sunsets dim for twenty miles
Peel away the heavy saturation
So the art won't get bogged down
by the nostalgia like way back in the day
So when I finish with this piece, I might experiment
Pixelated mosaic, a still-life with adrenaline
A resident in Renaissance, I want to sign the lease
But these times when living with your parents equals cost effective, hella easy
Appease the insecurities that make me queasy
Blank canvas on the easel: endless possibilities
Thoughts about my legacy: I don’t want it to follow me, so guess I gotta
Attack the canvas: paint the way you want to be

When you want to go
I want to Van Gogh