Francis Bacon Slashed The Canvas - MC Lars, John Reuben

Slash, slash

Slash, slash

I was in Amsterdam with my ex-girlfriend

She was passed out, it was mad late

I was mad lost, she was naked

I was staring at her tattoos and I couldn’t take it (because)

Something dark taken its toll

I’d been rolling with the devil I’d been selling my soul

Like a rock cliche I felt so alone

I cried myself to sleep and dreamt I was home

Not about to go get tangled on a biddy I’ve finagled

Many hearts and ladies it’s been clear

Since hip-hop brought me here

I felt like Francis Bacon, hope that I’m not mistaken

Mouth open with the eyes scratched out

That’s how I felt when she told me God was dead

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

At the Amsterdam airport we said goodbye

All this time I’d been seeing we’d been living a lie

And I never felt freer than I had in my life

When I left her that day we flew home on different flights

I stopped in Spain for a week

I found myself in Gaudi’s architecture — Barcelona was a treat

Francis Bacon at El Museo del Prado

Up in Madrid, felt like I won the lotto

The post-war painter spoke to me

With a pain in his brush strokes vocally

And a crisis in faith that he showed to me

Not a joke to me, well hopefully

Because I’d been living with a Buddhist nihilist

Suicide Girl artist love tatted on her lip

And on her on hips I had everything, hip-hop had brought me

I thought back to that day in February when she lost me

I said «God loves you,» she shook her head

That’s when it all became clear

(SLASH SLASH) Imma get that canvas

(SLASH SLASH) Better understand this

(SLASH SLASH) Like Francis Bacon

(SLASH SLASH) This is all I’m saying

(SLASH SLASH) Take your dark-ass world

(SLASH SLASH) Move back home girl

(SLASH SLASH) ‘Cause I don’t have time

To watch you try to breed your demons with mine

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

Slash, slash

Slash, slash

God’s not dead, he’s been hiding

Slash, slash

Slash, slash

God’s dead

God’s dead

And he’s like …

Hold up, I speak in the quiet

While you’re sleeping underneath your eyelids

I’m alive in the silence, where it seems I’ve been hiding

But there’s no denying, that it’s painfully lonely

And you’re waiting for a sign like, «Show me!»

Though you may not know yet at first glance

You can see my thumbprint on your circumstance

And I’ll give you everything you need

Grace and mercy and the air you breathe

The clarity to see, the ears to hear

But there’s so much noise that seems to interfere

Without pain you’d never know love

There’s not a trial you can’t overcome

When you feel exhausted ready to give up

Remember that I’m here like I always was