I’ve got the canvas right before me
Paintbrush and paint in my inventory
I take one stroke with the brush, I rush
I cross the plan and it all looks like mush
Splash a lil green, add red and yellow
Turning a white canvas to a deformed rainbow
A picture of a halo looks like an alien from Halo
So I stay low, gallery looks like I went AWOL
I plan a masterpiece, to sketch a great picture.
I beg to differ because my picture is a mixture
Of pride, tempers and rashness, a mental hardness
I regard to this as the fact that this picture can’t harness
Any example to whom its displayed
For each time I made a stroke with a brush I dismayed
Life is like a canvas, painting a picture for your folk
The thing with painting is you can’t erase the stroke.