Moves That Make Me - The Grouch, Zion I, Bicasso

No one can see me, or really feel me

Yall can just hear me and try and be like me

But what you think is way off my center

Life makes me mad and I feel like a splinter I bounce

Try and find an ounce of the answers

Never get that though I just want my chance to be satisfied

What’s it gonna take?

Fools think I’m ungrateful cause everything looks great

Perfection, that’s what I strive for I won’t settle for less

I jump then I dive for the next best thing

I think its the conquest

Usually conquer that feeling unimpressed I never rest

I’m zoned in on my own flaws known as raw

But I hate most all I’ve ever done

Still I’m feelin like I’m the one

I get the underground thing and people are having fun

I’m part of that, that’s where my heart is at beating

Reaching you when I’m constantly seeking new angles

Man I take out the tangles and redirect just where the pain goes

I wanna paint the perfect picture

I wanna paint the perfect picture

I wanna paint the perfect picture

Paint the perfect picture

You take the high road, I’ll blaze the trail

Paint with my fingers and hammer with no nails

I want symmetry, and logical equations

Many precious memories from flawless days in time

I’m nearly 27 in my prime

Making good decisions and giving what’s mine

To be living today

That’s some freaky ass shit

I wouldn’t trade it for nothin though

Truly its a gift as I sift through my worries

I find that I’m lucky

Grateful God stuck me with some talent

I balance that together with what I’ve learned my way

Hoping it will take me where I need to go

(Hook)

Let me know the combo

Hit me with the convo

It takes to please all and still feel tall

Everybody’s talking bout everybody’s rappin

And everybody’s actin like they’re so fresh

I wanna be that man

You can’t say shit too except damn

You’re where I wanna get to and

If you can, help me out a little

Id love to man

Get his hand up out the middle of these thoughts of pure poetry

Simple abstractions, make what’s hard easy

Infractions, reactions to this

They are positive and so I move on

Cause I’m knowin I got a lot to live for

And that I can’t stand for nothing

Forever speakin truth over somethin that’s bumpin

I said I can’t stand for nothin

I bring the underdog into the function

(Hook)

I have dreams of painting pictures so vivid

They make haters go livid

So major these pictures they reach

Under the dirt to the roof they speak

Hope, to abide but died

True colors never lied they cried

Real stories have now turned legend

For every person I painted to the heavens

Reach down and recognize this freak sound

I got the power to make life grow

The natural formula of letters show my bright soul

I’m innocent, artistic and rightfully here