Слова:
Face The Fact Portrait

see the portrait of my past It consumes my mind with another memory I can feel every insecurity that comes from abstract thoughts (I move the disguise from my face

Bridges" Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations And for lack of better stimulation I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces

could ever imagine How much of a great blessing to a rap city Where the youth is organically fed From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is lyrical Analyze the picture, the portrait

philosophising. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Surface agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we

You fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove It seems to me that your name is mud Blood on the canvas, painting a portrait A slice of life and the fact

my lifetime, ain't done too many things Better than watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait

and I'm back for more To get more chips than the corner store with a portrait of Malcom X on the door while I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore Matter fact

my lifetime, ain't done too many things better than watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait

Peeling the layers to expose the facts was like spraying and ancient painting with ammonia Faces melted, colours turned pale, shapes lost their vivacity