"The Intellectual Artist"
By: Jonathon, LedgenZ, Nique., & Engivale
The task isn't daunting when
You bask in the wrong thing,
It's greed that can mislead a good man when he's drawing...
The wise mind of this old timer, who was blinded by artistic measures
Tries to find whats hiding behind his fine canvas of sadistic pleasures
For a minute he treasures what's in it, as he gestures for perfection
Colors dab in smidges, as it fixes together in sections; the reflection
Catches his eye - in suprise, the canvas bleeds with utter needs
Of supplies to cover greed with innocence, as the artist mutters pleads
His patience; unbelievable, his creation shows perfection is achievable
He celebrates with grace, and knows his complexion is inconceivable
Pictures turn to words...
Like liquors encouraged nerves
To fire at light speed or invite need --- but which is worse?
He’s the artist we’ve all known to paint a thousand words
In every picture there’s a scripture, sounds emerge
Within the mixture, found absurd yet still sublime
And every word he stirs within stands still in time
Still his mind thinks in colors, his body speaks with music
And he sees the lack of creativity leaking through it
He sees the people’s movements and he stands motionless
Both his mind and heart focused on the potion his
Strokes insist that the crowd doesn’t know he exists
Yet his focus slips, he spits rain drops every time he blows a kiss
You don’t notice this, though it seems quite overstated
You’re still just a note in the symphony of life that he’s created
The artist's proposal is
The hardest for flows to fill
Unwritten lines when the mind's feeling emotional...
When we're down from oppression, she's found as refreshing..
No beat can drown out her sound, from the pound of her message
Well-rounded perfection; grasps dimensions of life's essence..
With mic presence that grabs attention that makes Christ jealous
Fights rebellious - words are potent and open to all
And no marketing scheme could overpower her voice for the cause
Poisoned and gnawed at by commercialized rapturous vultures
But the empire of her words build an immaculate sculpture
Not a rapper, but lover - with intellect in grand schemes
Making love to Hip Hop.. cultivating in a man's dreams
So we sit and we draw,
Sing and spit at the law
That says it all begins through a sip of the straw...
We try to express self
And it's why we address health
Of the mind that's confined in a depressed hell...
The cage isn't rattled,
It's observed and described...
We all create our own prison to live in our mind...
Order:
Jonathon
LedgendZ
Nique.
Engivale in itallics