The Paintings of Mrs. ???

The Paintings of Mrs. ???

We just ordinary people or so goes the Legend
paints in her spare time but couldn't picture heaven
how they met, straight from a storybook page
threw each other lines, tied the knot young age
as it go..,men get old thats not enough
sadly the optional part is growing up
cell phone blowin up, strength to muster
holds back the tears with the sole thought "he loves her"
fucks her, stopped making love a long time ago
gauged his lies, reaction time was kinda slow
designer clothes, boys night out again
high enough once thought there was no mountain
sketchy alibi's, womans intuition
had everything but proof and the will to resist him
liquor and emotions mixed with job stress
ease but can transform you in the process
late night entry, arguements spark
she was smacked in the face but felt it in her heart
far to frequent, soaked pillow case
in a room with a stranger with familiar face
so she paints, and paints to escape situations
lesson hard learned, there's all types of inspiration


We just ordinary people or so goes the Legend
paints in her spare time but couldnt picture heaven
fairytale shit, knights in shiny armour
flirts with ideas, justifies as karma
on her, way to the bookstore often
was a place in the world where life seemed to soften
innocent jesters to empty regrets
changed her whole demeanor, could see it in her steps
sex, unbelievable passionate rage
younger dude gave her youth, the difference in age
didnt matter, it felt so good to be held
daydreaming, panties had a secret to tell
they fell, melted deep into his grasp
"hows ya day", fuck, her man never cared to ask
till the next episode, scrambling for clothes
home, cooks dinner,..her man never shows
celly vibrates, " I'm out with some friends"
late night entry, here we go again
but this times different, the pains in the cheeks
" I dont need this shit " , curse words in her speech
she runs toward freedom to escape the drama
shiny armour, his arms were like hotel rwanda
alarm clock beeping, wakes up from sleeping
nodded off painting, she was only dreaming
had painted a caged bird with eyes full of sorrow
smiles, "think i'll hit the bookstore tomorrow"

she paints, and paints to escape situations
lesson hard learned, there's all types of inspiration

that's nice man. lots of imagery, strong content with a story. the rhyme scheme is basic so it's not distracting. props.

Good shit man, good shit.