Portrait

[Verse 1]

I’ve been better, been worse, more blessed than I’m cursed

Trying to train myself to treat my body like a church

Takes a certain type of nerve to make a person fight the urge

And when I’m dead, I’ll still work to try to fertilize your dirt

But first I acknowledge the vice-versa

We could trade shoes and you’d probably play blues

And while you was paying dues, they borrowed your face too

Tryna get you to admit to some weight that you ain't moved

I see 'em, fightin' off the feelin'

Just to find a little frequency and rotate with the seasons

And I don’t need to know the reasons you believe

As long as you believe that there's a scenery beyond the ceilin'

[Chorus]

That’s just my unsolicited suggestion

And don't nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection

But that’s not realistic 'cause we starvin' for attention

A portrait of the artist as an addendum, now that you mentioned it

[Verse 2]

You don’t wanna hear my voice, but you force yourself to listen

Gotta check in case I'm talkin' about you

And I’ve never sang a song that’s talkin' 'bout you

In fact, even right now I'm not talkin' 'bout you

But we solvin' the math and we walkin' our path

Cautious, gotta avoid getting caught in the traps

Don’t let them penetrate the skin, step around them like quicksand

With multiple wristbands, the hand was Invisible Man

From the ashtray, I rise like a Pontiac

Watching my back with the eyes of an insomniac

No rats, no pigs, no copycats

Follow the money, honey, who supplied the body bags?

[Chorus]

That's just my unsolicited suggestion

And don't nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection

But that’s not realistic 'cause we starvin' for attention

A portrait of the artist as a name carved in a bench, then

[Verse 3]

I wish that this was more than a gesture

I wish that I could make your everything better

Wish that I could tether it together for connection

Look at your reflection if you're looking for redemption

Of course the fortunate found shelter from the weather

But it still feels like the storms might live forever

Maybe take a little time, put some commas in the sentences

Then maybe we could find a common sense of direction

[Chorus]

That's just my unsolicited suggestion

And don't nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection

But that's not realistic 'cause we starved for attention

A portrait of the artist as a departure, ascension