Union Square - Mickey Factz

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Fumes from the paint can, slither through the night

Tunes from a waste land, visionary light

I’m giving people life from the mouth of a reaper

I’m like Malcolm the teacher, announced through the speaker

My father taught me that buying a house is procedure

And beds are a privilege when a couch cushions cheaper

Sleeping on the floor isn’t a doubtful procedure

When your dreams are the reality of doubt to receivers

Leaving my mark, in a literary state

On buildings and estates, no filters for my paint

I’m filming what I make

Dark clothes on, what I throw on, these pilgrims wanna hate

On the pillars that I make

A gathering for my comrades

Passionate what I forecast

Question marks on they forehead

Looking at me when they walk past

Outlaw throwing the law out

There’s an out-pour of what I thought out

Cops got me all sought out

Cause my work now get me more clout

Uh

Building my name up, never thought it get like this

Yall do the same stuff, yall ain’t see no shit like this

Remain humble through it all, man I don’t Bogart

Remember my past life and that helps me go so hard

Sleeping on benches, the stenches from the bums are so relentless

But so is my drive, my hearts an engine

Fuel, labored so long fingers that draw what I have viewed

My table is gone, eat on the floor while I chew

Young painter looking at the front pagers

The basquiats, the warhols, all the plush painters

Inspiration on a daily basis

I copped a can and went bombing like Hiroshima in train stations

Last name numerical

Question what I’m telling you

Ill question plus riddle you like Batman in the physical

Think about it, & keep it with you like a souvenir

And when you do come find me, ill be in Union Square

I think its a lot of people that are neglected in art, I don’t know because if

its too many of the paintings or what.

But um… I know black people are never

really portrayed realistically.

Or not even portrayed in modern art.

Its just um… Up for a change you know?