I break chains and restraints/ to change the shade of the paint/
the picture is faint, strained, overshadowed with gray/
and I chatter away, to all those who don't matter but stay/
remain to watch as complete chapters are erased/
to coverup a history of misery where laughter's left in it's place/
not in the past, but present day, a slap in the face to all those who say ignorance doesn't pay/ 'cause I'd rather turn away, then keep watching this shit 'cause since I've said that, my days have been graced with everlasting pleasure that stays/ that stems from not knowing what's going on with the uperclassmen of my state/ so I jokingly relate my subtraction from keeping my attention paid/ to the addition of things that bring joy throughout my day/ and it brings me great joy to say/ that I love to live this way/so with this life I slave to deliver free smiles to every face/freestyle about character traits/ while fake thugs drink cristal wishful about their banks/ I'm growing TyRa(tired of) perspirin' from hearing entire choirs of liars/ starting fires to gas feuds, to get twenty fours instead of twenty twos for tires when they pass you/ it was desire that had to force me to listen to be able to contort my visions into a format my vocal chords could be givin'/ so as four doors with systems remain reminescent/ I'll cast an Undefyned expression broadcasting ignorance as my acceptance/