The colors of Basquiat

Tell me-is it me?

I give my all-

They think I’m hardly trying

Been writing all these songs I feel like Basquiat within his prime,

Yet I can’t escape this feeling sleepin in the back of my mind…….

The path of others that I fear

A splash of color here

give my wrath to others unaware

Then see it everywhere

Like a ghost I start to disappear

From those that never cared

Even though I want what’s best for me

I know I’m not prepared-

So will it haunt me?

If I lost it all would you want me?

Even though I ain’t got 20 million dollar-chains jumping?

Even when them 808s ain’t pumping?

Better yet-

Could you reassure me of love?

To get rid of all assumptions??

Or will you treat me as the usual

It’s nothing new to you

No matter how I show you I still love you

Or the times I said you’re beautiful

Gave me hell

yet I’m choosing you

Memoirs of the young and dumb

I know There’s no confusing you

Do what you do……

(Do what you do…..)

Most young kings get their heads cut off

That’s how it is,

You fought the wars,

And now you losing your peers,

That’s all it is…..

Art is how i decorate space

My musics used to decorate time

You got it all

So tell me now,

Are you gone desecrate minds?

All She ever wanted was to be a star

Yet still Became a gallery mascot

You took it way too far

Now I gotta pass you like nascar,

Babygirl, you far too gone……

Most young kings get their heads cut off

And most young queens tend to sleep with the stars……

Most young kings get their heads cut off

And most young queens tend to sleep with the stars……