VERSE 1:

Young man brushed the dirt off his shoulders,
The world in front of em, Use to be down bad- To New beginnings,
Who’s split personalities at tug of war til they wore each other out
And nothing ever gets truly finished
Ooh thats too familiar, soon you’ll get the picture, just trynna choose a filter
Just trynna loosen them screws, we know they wound tight
Read the headline - check- make a judgement - check- click the sound bite,
That sounds about right
most days he stay at home in the house like he's afraid of the outside,
Like hes safe on that lil island, building a life boat
But if he planned on leaving he’d tie a rope to them high hopes
N fly away... by the way,
Trynna find his hiding place, you gotta Cross his mind- whos got the right of way?

-like watercolors across my window all i see is motion blur

3
Young woman brushed the dirt off her shoulders, the world in front of her
Scarred from all the trauma she had withstood
Stronger than she realizes she is,
she's powerful but stares in a funhouse mirror and sees damaged goods
Survivor of sexual trauma, tries not to let it define her but the pressure reminds her
That it’s a mans world.....
“Its what she wore- deep down she really liked the attention”
Don’t click the comments, Its a mad world
Gotta take it in small doses, Bob wiley- keep babysteppin, it's all motion
Some days she feel like Dogwoods in the spring, some days- Fall Roses
Its all growth and I just soak it in like osmosis...
Closed her eyes n woke up yrs later... how could we not notice-

Like Watercolors across my windows all i see is motion blur


Young father brushed the dirt off shoulders the world in front of em
currently down bad- To new beginnings
He sleeps in a tent down the street from the house that he grew up in
Choosing this over mom’s rules that’s too restricting
Ironic independence seemed to bring a new dependence
On a substance, tho it's a comfort zone, not a new position
He’s use to it, his work booted em, when his work boots were the first shoes that fits em
Now he's Disillusioned with it
A different person when he was workin
Held his head higher, looked u in the eye, felt he had a purpose
He lets his anger out... vents his pain on paper and leaves it layin round
Things he'd never say out loud
I think he secretly hopes that they get found
Like if they do, maybe he will, til then he Anchors down
Dont hold ya breath, it’s escape or drown
Trynna find balance on Shaky ground
Feels like he's breakin, maybe he needs a break from this vacant town
It's got a stranglehold on em, like the ppl he chooses to hang around
But hes loyal and they always stay around
Doing the same things, maybe that's why nobody makes it out
I know his story isn't done being written
I’m just flippin thru pages, tears blurry my vision like

Like Watercolors across my windows all i see is motion blur

Its easy to autpilot through life blinded by the motion blur.
We naturally fill in the blanks, categorize & think we know others' story based off the headlines... It's easy to judge a puzzle by the piece or two in front of us,
when all we know is fragments...Cause all we show is fragments.
I wouldve done this, I'd never do that... if I were in THAT position...
It’s harder to empathize & not look at others as flawed versions of ourselves.
When confronted with loved ones hidden truths, we’re surprised or hurt we weren’t given an all access pass to them…
When we may not have created a safe space for them to be able to be that vulnerable in the first place...



LITTLE WARRIOR:
First impressions can be quite different
I don’t always get it right
I’m judging others with specs
But I’ve got a plank in my own eye
Painted by the same hand
Trying to get by on this earth
Like water colords across my windows
All I see is motion blur

All we know is fragments… ‘cause all we show is fragments

Like water colors across my windows, all I see it motion blur

Guess the only moral of the story, is try not to judge cause there’s more to every story


*Outro / Beat switch*



I been getting high
And I can’t feel my lows
Head up in the sky
That’s where I’ma go
I’ma paint my life in gold
Dip my flesh and bones
Need to cleanse my soul
Maybe I will… (then again) maybe I won’t (then again)
Maybe I will… maybe I won’t

This aint what you wanted, this is what is wrote
God’s word coming from the GOAT
Jim Jones running with the Kult
Spike the punch, cut the coke
Fuck the world, tip the globe on it’s axis
Feel the stroke
Yeah bitch, feel the stroke
Turn em into fiends, got the fix, now I’ll never be broke
Let’s go

They say I’m the one
That’s not enough for me
I need everything, Pay me like you owe me something
Pay me like you owe me something
Pay me like you owe me something

Need to paint my life in gold
Dip my flesh and bones
Need to cleanse my soul
Maybe I will… maybe I won’t
Something something, naw
Yada yada yah, need to finish this song
Maybe I will… maybe I won’t-