Life's not bad
and life's not good.
Life's just real
misunderstood.
Life's a mirror
of your actions.
An empty canvas
you're the paint.
Look how you live,
'cause it reactions.
But life's not alive
it really ain't.
It just shows you
how you lived.
Every decision
it records.
And in the end
you realize.
You fucked up life
on your accords.
So pick up the brush
paint what you want to see.
Make it the painting
you always wanted it to be.
