The Black Canvas - YONAS

I know I’m such a fool, I gave him all he needed

Traded my heart and soul, for 18 karat gold

I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody, shot ya down, shot ya down

I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down, shot ya down

With a bullet through the heart I popped the gun…

This goes out to the artists of my time

Painting Mona Lisa’s and such

But yet when the rent starts to climb

Can’t afford their leases and such

They work hard for a decent little cut

Enough to let paint seep from the brush

When I scribble I think of everybody from the lower to the middle class we

might touch

Can’t put a price tag on a real flow

Can’t put a body bag on a real soul

Can’t put a stop sign in front of a rock star when his goal and his dream is to

kill shows

Young artist, clever thoughts

When he follows his dreams, he’s never lost

What’s worth a lot of money now, here in the present

Is the very same art in the past, people never bought

And damn it’s real

Still paint on the canvas ill

Cause I’ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still

Shit, shit, damn it’s real

Still paint on the canvas ill

Cause I’ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still

DJ I love this song, (my) heart is torn in pieces

(the) future baby that is gone, (I) played it all night long

I know I’m such a fool, I gave him all he needed

Traded my heart and soul, for 18 karat gold

I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody, shot ya down, shot ya down

I know it’s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down, shot ya down

With a bullet through the heart I popped the gun…

Van Gogh’s, Divinci’s, Basquiat’s, Warhol’s

Jay-Z's, 2Pac's, Lupe’s, Paul Wall’s

Whoever you pin up on your wall

In your room, it’s your call

It’s your movie, it’s your scene

We just symbolize your dreams

Please understand what it means to be great

When your talent becomes your escape

So much to the point your reality is replaced by the place that you trace

And that place that you trace, and always easy to relate

If it was then it wouldn’t be so safe, from the people tryna get up in your

space…

But fuck it, gold chains, gold chains

One thing that you’ll never see is a hood nigga with no chains

Hipster kid without a rope chain

Drug dealers with no shame

And me without my notepad just analyzing that whole thing

If life punches, you punch back

Cause if not then your dreams die and trust me you don’t want that

All I need is my one mic, my one truth, and my one track

Cause once you lose that one love, you’ll never get that one back