Hidden Colors

Ain't nun new under the sun and so I disappear

Until the coast is clear and then I'm running out

Can't see but I hear the crickets sorta sound like critics when you out making decisions, just for your sake

Hope my words paint a picture

And you know I kinda fuck with the quarantine

Got my mind so involved with the simple things

Innovate conversate then I intervene with the same brain that you use to dream

And my people said wait, can't feed the whole fam on paper plates

Just platao on the paper you make

I lock in scribble on the paper mate

I pop the lock to let out the thought it's a beast in me I can't tame it all