[intro]

"you say these really mean things sometimes"

"look I am who I am liz, It's all me, It's all part of me even the ugliness is apart of me"

[verse 1]

Don't hate me because i'm not beautiful

My painting's for the weeping cries, of bleeding eyes

I'm an art form feasted upon

Critiquing eyes and when the bleeding dries

You can comfort me

With your sympathy

Of deceiving lies exposing my flaws

Leaving me to hide

Humiliated by my nakedness

Instead of straight lines I walk around societies radius

Destiny is handing me a raincheck

Putting my soulmate on a waiting list

Your love for this

Painting was just a fading kiss

Hand shaking with a fist

I am the god of this

Home because i've created this

In my own words

"yet you still worship the battle rap

Written by a pagan plagiarist"

As I start to flow and create to show my trend setting creativeness

This is the dope shit you're still stuck in 86

Not seeing the talent

My sculpture stands erect

With the head and legs around it

Just trying to salvage whats left of my

Aging flaking flesh

I express acts of insanity

Like talking gibberish to family pets

The less I soak up my tears

The more I become depressed

Sleeping in-between the breasts of the god

As I feel like I'm drowning in her guarded breath

Pounding my chest like a primate

Trying to release my rage thats surrounded by stress

Staring at the face of my lonely picture

Thats worth one word and a thousand deaths

I tried to masterbate but couldn't get aroused

From your howling sex and must go deeper

Into my pile of wasted ideas and nonsense

Think of what you want of this and come up with your own concepts

I'll throw the word mental in so you can call it complex

Running in place while my steps are traveling

Swinging from the hands of time and grappling

While I rock my cradle

Trying to set the mood

When its quiet I can hear my echo crying in the next room

I feel like an open flesh wound

Being torn by other artists who claim my thrown needs reshaping

Their words are like puncturing pins adding more tears to my bleeding painting

I can feel my self esteem draining

Its raining, capture fears and dogs emotions

(I must be dreaming)

That I'm falling from the sky and my only safety net is an ocean

Pulling the strings that are attached when my parachute won't open

Being pushed away like my tears

And breath that I'm holding

Still no one has noticed me

Choking on my words wondering what my worries are landing on

Cuz i am nothing but a watered down version of anticon

Standing calm yet in a helpless way whats left of my bleeding flesh finally melts away

And those that can't feel me probably never felt this way

(never will)

[hook]

Sticks and stones may break my bones but it's your words that will always

Wound me

With in or without thought I can still stand up straight without the help from fan support x2

[verse 2]

My fallen tears are wiped off the face of the earth

Cuz men aren't supposed to cry

Closing the curtain on the show within my open eyes

Her presence was left within the canvas

Provoked the pieces from our hopeless prying

My emotion cries over lies

Because the truth hurts

When its used to abuse the word that's trying to let loose

And growing birth that spirts

Why're you reproducing your burn

"I'm losing my appetite"

Trying to quench your drooling thirst

Paradise is lost what is found is a new secluded earth and darkness spattering words in my painting causing blotches

Astranged my work I never claimed to be the artist

Of this, Underachieved

Uncoordinated, Offbeat

Unacomplishment, the guilt of my consciousness

Spills over my lips and I start to speak the honestness

In an old school flow

Pick a number in-between 1 and 10 you end up with nothing except

Someone saying"I told you so"

If I could boldly go where no man has gone before today

I could afford a toupe

Without a cover charge

Trying to comfort your scars as I reach the Stars I'm nervous to break even

But still haven't beaten the odds

Drifting off into a deeper fog

I don't pay to go to church because Im a child of a lesser and cheaper God

Driving a cheaper car

Without a cellphone a visa card

Could probably hurt me with your fists

But I think words leave a deeper scar

Oh woah as me

As I sit lonely in the corner digressing with no point to my poetry

Asking myself if I spoke these words with no face would people still know it was me

Because I don't sound rough like cannabis or soft like ?jodasy?

Hopefully lost and floating at sea trying to reach the center of attention so someone (body) can finally notice me

Overlooking my master piece

I'm better off as a stunt double

In Bruce Willise's action movies

"Working for free"

Grasping a lose leaf piece of paper

Reattaching it to the branches of the trees

Trying to please nature

"She still hates me"

Scraping the eraser across my face

I can feel it's burning turning my images

Distorted like a reflection in the pond churning as I skip rocks

I try to express my opinion of what's right and wrong but all I know is this not hip hop and I am the greatest mc of all time besides kid rock

Running in place leaving skid marks on the yellow brick road of slick spots and potholes

Dropping my clothes and exposing my nudity

Ripping off my flesh and replacing it with plastic

So you can see through into the true me

Here all I am now is just a bleeding painting tearing beautifully

Hiding my crying in the silence of my hands

Because I'm not doing this for props

I'm doing this so you can tell me how fucking whack I am

This whole song is completely hopeless

Now I feel like I shouldn't have even wrote this