If Only You Knew Battle Rap

You shout from the roof top Nobody listens, you don’t stop. You say you’ll make a name With loud voice you proclaim You’ve colors in your eye We all know it’s white lie. You say you’re a born artist Such a creature don’t exist. Look at me, see my track In time don’t go much back I’ve worked hard Flowered many buds, many buds What the artist in me Wanted long to see. At sunrise and sunset To the horizon I went I’ve brought colors from sky In my mind, not on the eye. My paintings are of unique kind For these are slices of my mind. Slices of my mind You’ll surely find Looking at my painting As an art, not a thing. You shout from the roof top Nobody listens, you don’t stop. You say your brush has Monet touch The trees are cluster of broken branch Water of the planar pond is opaque You can’t even make a good fake. You say you’ve Picasso vision Surrealism drips in your creation I see the shapeless faces of cubes As deformed figures of color tubes. Look at me, see on my canvas The touch of my brush, my brush I’ve captured nature in pristine form It’s passion where it comes from. I’ve crafted the contours of emotion On the fluid faces of this generation. My portraits are epitome of art For these are slices of my heart. Slices of my heart You’ll see if you start Looking at my painting As an art, not a thing. Slices of my mind are for you Slices of my heart are for you For you, yeah, for you If only you knew Yeah, if only you knew…. June 7, 2018.