Coloring Outside the Lines

Grew up in the slums

The far side of town

Learning from the streets

Where they teach

What's coming down

We were reaching out

Really, really reaching out

Painting like Picasso

On a treble staff

Show it to professors

They'd laugh

I tell ya the wise won't feel

And fools won't search it out

We can color outside the lines

Living in the pallet

Where we pound it out

Spray cans in the alley

Is an art I think about now

Landlord kicked us out

Wind was blowing out of the south

Picking up the pieces

On the aging leaves

Notes so scattered

It seemed to border on madness

Yet a genius showed itself

Inside the musical scribbling

It's not childish, madness, senility

It's and attitude towards life

When you rediscover the love of color

It will take you back outside the lines

Oh, Vincent lend me your ear

I know you'll listen

When there's no one left to hear

Outside the lines

We can color outside the lines