The Painting by Mit MJ Rips Lyrics
{Verse 1: Mit MJ Rips]
Every day I am contemplating
As I see what the Lord’s painting
Now all I see is a bunch of colors
As my whole old life continues to blur
Wish it could go back to the way it were
So last year I wrote Instruments
Now I am back in the basement
Seeking some divine providence
Washing my eyes so I could rinse
Reading that Saint Thomas Aquinas
Why does the Lord allow evil
All the pain that I still feel
I’m debating in this Lion’s den
Locked out of my true Heaven
Now I do this with a brush stroke
Now all I see is a bunch of smoke
I’m no da Vinci or Michelangelo
God is my first and my only motto
So now if I could see the picture frame
God’s name is the only thing I proclaim
Last album I brought it to light
Now I got nothing else to write
But my notebook is just a blank canvas
So take your favorite rappers in a list
Tell me how you and they relate
All the cross outs that I negate
Give me some white out and white paint
Live like I’m an impure taint saint
I am going for the pencil
Doing it for the Lord’s good will
As I reminisce on the beat
Back when people called me elite
Now my achievements are honorary
As I extend my vocabulary
So now it is a dream sequence
Peace yeah Jesus Christ is the prince
I could never collaborate on
God’s salvation I’m just a pawn
I am looking for the bishop
Thank you Lord for filling my cup
For this album there’s no prelude
And this is not an interlude
I have been getting writer’s block
In the studio with true dead lock
Sometimes I don’t see the picture
Went from dim to a light fixture
Changed the identification
With my detoxification
So I try to make a portrait
When I get the mic and I spit
The mic becomes a brush
And I hop on this rush
As I paint a beautiful scene
As I untangle what the words mean
It is an agony in the garden
As my whole heart will become more harden
Now sometimes I lose my vision
Especially when I fall in sin
Then I walk with Jesus to Emmaus
As I write down my wishes in a list
I try to make a depiction
And avoid all of the fiction
As I put it all into frame
I will never smudge it with fame
Now all that glitters is not gold
I could pocket aces and fold
Just check all of the hues
I need luck like horseshoes
Lately I had zero success
But I still feel like it’s god bless
As I put it all into the painting
As I see the rest of it is waning
Every day I am contemplating
As I see what the Lord’s painting
Now all I see is a bunch of colors
As my whole old life continues to blur
Wish it could go back to the way it were
So last year I wrote Instruments
Now I am back in the basement
Seeking some divine providence
Washing my eyes so I could rinse
Reading that Saint Thomas Aquinas
Why does the Lord allow evil
All the pain that I still feel
I’m debating in this Lion’s den
Locked out of my true Heaven
Now I do this with a brush stroke
Now all I see is a bunch of smoke
I’m no da Vinci or Michelangelo
God is my first and my only motto
So now if I could see the picture frame
God’s name is the only thing I proclaim
Last album I brought it to light
Now I got nothing else to write
But my notebook is just a blank canvas
So take your favorite rappers in a list
Tell me how you and they relate
All the cross outs that I negate
Give me some white out and white paint
Live like I’m an impure taint saint
I am going for the pencil
Doing it for the Lord’s good will
As I reminisce on the beat
Back when people called me elite
Now my achievements are honorary
As I extend my vocabulary
So now it is a dream sequence
Peace yeah Jesus Christ is the prince
I could never collaborate on
God’s salvation I’m just a pawn
I am looking for the bishop
Thank you Lord for filling my cup
For this album there’s no prelude
And this is not an interlude
I have been getting writer’s block
In the studio with true dead lock
Sometimes I don’t see the picture
Went from dim to a light fixture
Changed the identification
With my detoxification
So I try to make a portrait
When I get the mic and I spit
The mic becomes a brush
And I hop on this rush
As I paint a beautiful scene
As I untangle what the words mean
It is an agony in the garden
As my whole heart will become more harden
Now sometimes I lose my vision
Especially when I fall in sin
Then I walk with Jesus to Emmaus
As I write down my wishes in a list
I try to make a depiction
And avoid all of the fiction
As I put it all into frame
I will never smudge it with fame
Now all that glitters is not gold
I could pocket aces and fold
Just check all of the hues
I need luck like horseshoes
Lately I had zero success
But I still feel like it’s god bless
As I put it all into the painting
As I see the rest of it is waning