Bob Ross Lyrics

My life is a transition
Something wonderful is unfolding within my writtens
Inside my space book, the Jesus, jedi, the unknown, god's chromosome
Beautiful color tone cover my bones
The sky color of red dye
Beneath the ascension solar system
From supernovas, I unrolled into this existence
Unfolded, vibrated out of light
But icy shadows gave me my pigment
My flesh is tinted, opium scented
No religion, I wrote the sentence
I'm true and living
The summer ghost and the yellow coat
I watch the sky crack like an egg
The clouds spread out like the whites, the sun was the yolk
Liquid sunshine, wishful dreams
Mystic pastime, I fed the fish in the stream
That's where I met her, Metu Neter, Neter Metu
Before the ancestors came to get her
From a pillar of smoke, she spoke
My humble posture stood by the willow oak
She said, “Killah, you woke, stay woke”
We spoke all night 'til day broke
It's like I spoke to Gabriel or hundreds of angels
Standing at the top of the trail was a gray horned owl
Storm clouds, then calmed down
It's late afternoon in the woods where there's bears and wolves It's rare but oh yeah, without a care, I'm good
The freelancer in the flatlands
I need answers, don't tap dance
More enhanced black man
In the daylight [?], we never seen the meadows and the marshlands
Ta-da, I make my art stand with a harp in hand
Imagination parades with a marching band
All started from rapping at park jams
It's funny, sometimes I think it's all part of a plan
The ghetto never seen the evergreen
Long fields of rain over prairies
Open country, floating fairies
Fine dandelions to sleep in, emotions are heavy
Right here is where you vision a patch of berries
These are Bob Ross thoughts, but my paint brush is how I came up
It was gang stuff, stick ups, cocaine rush
Hop in the trains and the bus
Hold up, let me explain, I never thought King Tut was the same as us
Never puffed dust, maybe once
Never slang much but the football game was tough
Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was in the midst of robbers on Gates and Hood's
Deep thoughts, unknown source

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