(Idea 2) Paint the Perfect Picture

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 un impressed
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
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 sh*t
I wouldn't trade it for nothing 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
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
Let me know the combo
Hit me with the combo
It takes to please all and still feel tall
Everybody's talking about everybody's rappin
And everybody's actin like they're so fresh
I wanna be that man
You cant say sh*t too except dan
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 cuz I know I got a lot to live for
And that I cant stand for nothing
Forever speakin truth over somethin that's bumpin
I said I cant stand for nothin
I wanna bring the underdog into the function
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
I wanna paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
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
- These are lyrics from an artist called, the Grouch. Everytime I hear this song, I visualize my process of creating art. In the beginning of the song, I visualize a frustrated kid runnning out of a class room after a critique, to go to his art studio and paint. Once he is there we see him dealing with the frustrations of starting out with a white canvas and his ongoing struggle of perfection. The kid is trying to create art that others say he should create, instaed of being himself and painting what he truly desires. As he gets frustrated and rips up everything he starts, he finds himself constantly peering over to a giant, painting in the corner. When the chorus of the song comes in, time flashes back to the kid painting the peice he keeps staring at. As the song progresses, I will visually create the lyrics. The kid will realize that he has already painted the perfect picture and walk away from his studio with it in his arms.