DEAFENING RED - Clarence Clarity, Shadi

Mr. Van Gogh

Mr. Van Gogh

I know you can’t hear me

But I know that you can see me

Which means you can paint out my story

And while you’re at it, polish my soul please

Because there’s black paint all over me

My heart black something like church shoes and ovaltine

(?) straight edge with it double edge

Which means I can take one step

And one backwards

Blame it on my god complex

My dog’s complex

They shoot for profits

But pray to prophets

Gold Jesus piece

But last name Mohamad

Quran said (?)

But thats second place, balling

Got a bad bitch because she’s dancing on my conscience

The devil’s corpse (?) is in progress

In all white you thought we was playing for was Wisconsin

Blood keeps rushing out

So I can feel you

(I can feel you)

Blood keeps rushing out

So I can feel you

(I can feel you)

100 violent violets

We threw them shots that ain’t really calling

In the jungle, so heaven ain’t an option

'Cause animals that hang off trees don’t hang for progress

God sent wine

How kind of him a nice gesture

But the kid’s already one with nature

Moon shine while the sun is out

And they still say my village is in a fucking drought

I took a piss and saw Alex Grey art come out of my dick

Holy shit, the drugs kicked in, pyrex vision

And I used to wear my fears on my sleeves

So my shirts were distressed

But now I’m like a kid, I don’t wanna wait for fear

I don’t wanna wait for fear

I’ma stand my place

Independent, bitch, I take myself on a date

And I even ordered the fucking cake

Blood keeps rushing out

So I can feel you

(I can feel you)

Blood keeps rushing out

So I can feel you

(I can feel you)

And the only way you can take me is to shoot me in my face

You can’t buy something this great

You cannot purchase my fate

Ever since I wore glasses

Ever since I met Clarence

Ever since I started rapping and dreaming 'bout Paris

Ever since then I started seeing through the Matrix

I see the world for what it really is

A bunch of us tryna get rich

Blood keeps rushing out

So I can feel you

(I can feel you)

Blood keeps rushing out

So I can feel you

(I can feel you)

Money making reverend

Money don’t make intelligence

All running after a crown that don’t mean shit

That don’t make sense, but makes cents

Heaven sent hell bound

So it’s only right I fuck her with Pradas on

On a cherub Persian rug

It’s juxtaposed when we fuck

I am overpriced grapes

I am unsprayed non-GMO

I am full paid telephone, never prepaid Metro

I am shipped right to your door

I am expensive prostitute pussy better than your whores

Speak up against me, but if you do

Make sure to use the highest quality microphone

I am the thing you want when you watch the Superbowl commercial with your girl

And it makes you feel inferior to the rest of the world and so are you

What’s the worth of a human being?

I am Zeus

I am one with God, and so are we

And I don’t mean that to sound cheesy

But homie, I’m fucking tired of being programmed to feel weak

Life is a maze and I see that you’re lost

She used to smoke weed from glass dicks to now taking pipe but with other

harder drugs

Nose stuffed with white like Mike’s jersey in game six, yikes

Need guidance, put a piece of your mind in this bucket and watch it go to a

cause

To annotate this verse and see what the fuck it’s about