I'm an artist
I'm sorry, I can't help it
I'm sensitive
I mean, I'm sensitive to my environment
I wish I could turn it off, but—
It's the...
The thing that makes me breathe
Life is a jungle, a maze
Life is abundant — give thanks
Christ keep us humble
His ways might free us, light up our path
Some days I ask for restraint
Some days I stand up and raise
My weary hands to the sky
My teary eyes see a picture that I'm so desperate to change
Hope keep on passing me by
Slip through the crack of my hands
Ask why I live in the Land
To see my vision displayed, I put it all on the canvas
I cannot miss what I say
They think it's all glitz and glamour
Look at the way I was raised
I can't take nothing for granted
Marble floor foyer, we standing
Homeless is outside, just camping
Am I the only one scanning?
Living la vida, we loco
Some models loving the coca
It ain't my business —
I'm so delighted to live how I wanna
Politicians come divide us with ease
With propaganda, 'cause their actions never match what they speak
They wanna keep us distracted
Promise to lower taxes and groceries?
You see we—
You see we—
Ayy
You see we dying for eggs
One man worth more than a country
You'd rather fight me instead
They got you amped off of pronouns
While they pronouncing you dead
All of that outrage escaped
Up out of the side of your head
We all aboard on this vessel
No one's alone, I confess
The maid an immigrant too
Who else gon' clean up the mess?
At least for less than a couple dollars than you would accept
I'm tryna give 'em the truth
They'd rather sweet lies instead
Okay, let's get in the booth
Whip up some melodies, yes
Okay, let's get in the groove
Okay, let's get in the groove
In the groove
