[05:32.00]作曲 : Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fiasco
[05:32.00]"If you had to paint the gutter, which color would you choose?"
[05:32.00]Said the patron to the painter, the painter said,"The blues"
[05:32.00]Do you act off intuition or languish and peruse?
[05:32.00]More like tap into tradition from the angle of my mood
[05:32.00]He looked back at his canvas while strangling a tube
[05:32.00]A master of the palette, all sanguine and cool
[05:32.00]The music mostly jazz, the jazz mostly old
[05:32.00]Punctured by some punk and some old smoky soul
[05:32.00]An atlas on the trunk from the land of broken goals
[05:32.00]Just a cover and a back that you open and you close
[05:32.00]"Where are all the pages?" The painter said “Defanged
[05:32.00]I ripped 'em all out and made some paper planes
[05:32.00]Fish grease absorbers and some origami cranes”
[05:32.00]Poured himself a drink and then poured it down the drain
[05:32.00]Looked at the empty canvas, said I think I have a name
[05:32.00]I'll call it"Gasoline Pouring on the Flames", hah, hah
[05:32.00]I appreciate the visit, this isn't normally allowed
[05:32.00]Do you consider yourself wild or conforming to a style?
[05:32.00]The patron pointed at a pile,"Are those rejections or mistakes?"
[05:32.00]The painter said,"That is not for question or debate"
[05:32.00]Most of what we know as art is the projection of a faith
[05:32.00]A product of a Pontiff for the election of a saint
[05:32.00]A gift from the red for the digestion of the can't
[05:32.00]A visual garnish for the confessions of the frank
[05:32.00]Displays of physical carnage makes connections to the ranks
[05:32.00]Goes over very well with South Americans and Yanks
[05:32.00]Not to sound shamanistic but there's medicine in paint
[05:32.00]It gets kinetic if you let it, there's a fetish in its strength
[05:32.00]Martyrdom will call, Russian roulette is in the flanks
[05:32.00]And most would pull the trigger if the weapons full of blanks
[05:32.00]But when there's a pool of sharks and you step into the tank
[05:32.00]That's the pool of art that got 'em headed to the plank
[05:32.00]But they fell for the deceptiveness of the secularists complaint
[05:32.00]The upheaval of the cathedral into the edifice of bank
[05:32.00]That pile over there is just the evidence of angst
[05:32.00]The failed revival of a perfectionist when his efforts have just sank
[05:32.00]A selection of the waste that lacks direction or a base
[05:32.00]You lose all of the plots for the affections of a race
[05:32.00]Man does not become superior 'cause you connect him to a cape
[05:32.00]Nor does become inferior because you connect him to a ape
[05:32.00]I never wanted my life to be a collection of some dates
[05:32.00]And holiday my days away and intellectually sedate
[05:32.00]It's not really a beef but conceptually it's steak
[05:32.00]Like do genitals and gender roles successfully conflate?
[05:32.00]The current art world is just competitively opaque
[05:32.00]It never ceases to amaze, my mouth is medically agape
[05:32.00]One day its raising up the brand, the next it's shredding it to flakes
[05:32.00]And the velocity of trends is what referees the pace
[05:32.00]Professionally accept what ethically I hate
[05:32.00]So in all of my work you see this wrestling with faith
[05:32.00]Deceiving in the brushstrokes how aggressively I strafe
[05:32.00]Less like putting on some makeup, more like severing a face
[05:32.00]"Wow", said the patron with a smile
[05:32.00]That's the most interesting diatribe I've heard in a while
[05:32.00]How you articulated the nature and put it all on trial
[05:32.00]Took it up to heaven then put it on the ground
[05:32.00]The painter asked the patron,"Can you stand up on the pile?
[05:32.00]I've had a flash of inspiration, my creativeness aroused"
[05:32.00]The model took its place, the painter grabbed a lighter
[05:32.00]Doused the **** in gasoline and set it all on fire
[05:32.00]We got through the heart's of stone
[05:32.00]And scars for bones
[05:32.00]When your heart's unknown
[05:32.00]In the arc of Joan, yeah