HANDL - Yellow

They often say the grass is greener where you water it
And if you got a dream
You work harder than hard to follow it
I was a shallow Hal
Praying to a Father that's hallowed
Daily bread wasn't enough
To keep my stomach from hollowing
Used to cut class
Just go down to the studio
Cooked up in a lab
But not the type to use the overcoat
I overspoke and filled the pad with rhymes
I guess I overflow
Go for broke I put on the line
Like I was walking rope
Talking dope and hoping
That I'd fully be accepted
Wasn't being myself
I needed another method
The realest form of art
Is the one that comes from the heart
The way you were put together
Is what can set you apart
Remember time is subjective when it comes to your grind
Worry less about the forrest
Just cut a tree at a time
(Yeah)
Switched the color pallete
Now I'm seeing life in different hues
I paint a perfect picture
And I gave it to you

(Yeah)

The Colors

Written by:
David Hector

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