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letra de blank canvas - paul marz

there’s nothing like the sight of nothing in front of me
there’s something about a fresh start, how lovely
self-discovery gon’ lead to recovery
but you won’t like what you see, it gets ugly
dive down the rabbit hole
and watch it turn into an abyss
then switch to a bottomless pit
it’s not all tragic though
so don’t have a fit
get upset, throw in the towel, and quit
and don’t act irrational, handle your biz legit
you gon’ see everything for what it is
if you don’t, or you didn’t, then you’ll get it in a minute
i don’t know what i’ve written till i go back and spit it
not only duo, but manifesting in plural
the gza splashed paint on a wall, formed a mural
well, same here, but clearer, digital, newer
stayed unperceivable to any average viewer
the urban was the sewer, the rural was manure
the pastor was a lying, theiving, cheating, sneaky b-st-rd
the politicians cash in on the madness and the havoc
the pigs roll in sh-t, cut another down, tragic

when i got a lot of questions and no answers
then i gotta go and grab a blank canvas
rough times sometimes, understand this
that’s when i go and get a blank canvas
i used to worry, i used to panic
always in a hurry, place to place frantic
i used to say to myself, i can’t stand this
but now i jot it down on my blank canvas
i watch the lyrics pop off of the canvas
more like paulus bor or rembrandt did
the night watch where you see a great vantage
disillusioned medea, feeling abandoned
captivating subject matter, substantial
controlled substance, properly handled
create at night near a light from a candle
stunning, a fresh masterpiece for the mantle
sold to the highest bidder
congratulations to the winner! your prize
no dinner for the winter
would you like to continue? or did mama raise a quitter
well, i thought you claimed to be the pick of the litter
terrific job, i can stand back pleased
hold on, wait a second, now i know what i need (i got it)
control the brush, and they easel with ease
i’m bob ross when he paints happy trees
but outside a grim portrait, very unfortunate
might as well turn back now, cut your losses
me? i don’t back down, no matter what the cost is
only advice i can offer, take caution

- paul marz

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