Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Black Canvas, artist - YONAS. Album song The Black Canvas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.02.2013
Record label: 1st Round
Song language: English
The Black Canvas |
| I know I’m such a fool, I gave him all he needed |
| Traded my heart and soul, for 18 karat gold |
| I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody, shot ya down, shot ya down |
| I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down, shot ya down |
| With a bullet through the heart I popped the gun… |
| This goes out to the artists of my time |
| Painting Mona Lisa’s and such |
| But yet when the rent starts to climb |
| Can’t afford their leases and such |
| They work hard for a decent little cut |
| Enough to let paint seep from the brush |
| When I scribble I think of everybody from the lower to the middle class we |
| might touch |
| Can’t put a price tag on a real flow |
| Can’t put a body bag on a real soul |
| Can’t put a stop sign in front of a rock star when his goal and his dream is to |
| kill shows |
| Young artist, clever thoughts |
| When he follows his dreams, he’s never lost |
| What’s worth a lot of money now, here in the present |
| Is the very same art in the past, people never bought |
| And damn it’s real |
| Still paint on the canvas ill |
| Cause I’ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still |
| Shit, shit, damn it’s real |
| Still paint on the canvas ill |
| Cause I’ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still |
| DJ I love this song, (my) heart is torn in pieces |
| (the) future baby that is gone, (I) played it all night long |
| I know I’m such a fool, I gave him all he needed |
| Traded my heart and soul, for 18 karat gold |
| I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody, shot ya down, shot ya down |
| I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down, shot ya down |
| With a bullet through the heart I popped the gun… |
| Van Gogh’s, Divinci’s, Basquiat’s, Warhol’s |
| Jay-Z's, 2Pac's, Lupe’s, Paul Wall’s |
| Whoever you pin up on your wall |
| In your room, it’s your call |
| It’s your movie, it’s your scene |
| We just symbolize your dreams |
| Please understand what it means to be great |
| When your talent becomes your escape |
| So much to the point your reality is replaced by the place that you trace |
| And that place that you trace, and always easy to relate |
| If it was then it wouldn’t be so safe, from the people tryna get up in your |
| space… |
| But fuck it, gold chains, gold chains |
| One thing that you’ll never see is a hood nigga with no chains |
| Hipster kid without a rope chain |
| Drug dealers with no shame |
| And me without my notepad just analyzing that whole thing |
| If life punches, you punch back |
| Cause if not then your dreams die and trust me you don’t want that |
| All I need is my one mic, my one truth, and my one track |
| Cause once you lose that one love, you’ll never get that one back |