Gray

[The Gonz]

The way I'm livin is gray, they say my brain's imprisoned/
I say it isn't, I can't explain it but today is different/
No changes, the rays paid a visit, I'll take a minute/
To replace this image with one who's paint is vivid/
Inject it with color, from the clouds to the dirt/
I doubt you could search for an artist who isn't proud of this work/
I've been showered with hurt, I can't escape the truth/
I hate my mood, its always a shade of gray or blue/
But I'll make it through, in ways my faith's improved/
Not god, my degraded view, its like I traded shoes/
To take a few steps with a different perspective/
Cuz I miss the reflection of one who isn't aggressive/
The way I live is ellective and I'm willin to change it/
Rebuild a replacement with my pain filled in with pavement/
Its still in its stages but no pill could arrange this/
So if your life is gray, just grab some acrylic and paint it/

Chorus 2x:

Everytime I feel like my life is gray/
And I ain't got nothin nice to say/
When I wish every sight in my life could be wiped away/
I grab a brush and paint a brighter day/


I'm annoyed with all these days that are devoid of color/
People destroy each other like its our choice to suffer/
Where's the voice of wonder, where's the morals and sense/
It forces me to grab a quart and just pour it to vent/
No remorse or repent, descent to a darker planet/
Wish I could change it but its hard to manage the thought of a larger canvas/
Is it smart to vanish, safer to evade epiphany/
And waiver the innate ability to take shit and paint it differently/
Maybe the gray is gettin me, cloudin my vision/
Billions of people but only thousands are without a conviction/
Spouses in prison, kids raised in broken environments/
But a stroke of my brush could paint the hope to inspire them/
I've grown to be tiresome, feel like my eyes are glued/
To hide the truth and disguise all these skies in blue/
At least I've tried to prove that in this land of disgust/
That any man can change it if he's handed a brush/


Chorus 2x:

Everytime I feel like my life is gray/
And I ain't got nothin nice to say/
When I wish every sight in my life could be wiped away/
I grab a brush and paint a brighter day/

[JHaze]

The way I'm livin is gray, they say my brain's imprisoned/
I say it isn't, I can't explain it but today is different/
sick opener
No changes, the rays paid a visit, I'll take a minute/
To replace this image with one who's paint is vivid/
Inject it with color, from the clouds to the dirt/
I doubt you could search for an artist who isn't proud of this work/
nice i like where your goin so far
I've been showered with hurt, I can't escape the truth/
I hate my mood, its always a shade of gray or blue/
But I'll make it through, in ways my faith's improved/
Not god, my degraded view, its like I traded shoes/
dope flow right here
To take a few steps with a different perspective/
Cuz I miss the reflection of one who isn't aggressive/
nice
The way I live is ellective and I'm willin to change it/
Rebuild a replacement with my pain filled in with pavement/
Its still in its stages but no pill could arrange this/
So if your life is gray, just grab some acrylic and paint it/
real nice closer to the verse

Chorus 2x:

Everytime I feel like my life is gray/
And I ain't got nothin nice to say/
When I wish every sight in my life could be wiped away/
I grab a brush and paint a brighter day/


I'm annoyed with all these days that are devoid of color/
People destroy each other like its our choice to suffer/
Where's the voice of wonder, where's the morals and sense/
It forces me to grab a quart and just pour it to vent/
ill shit right here
No remorse or repent, descent to a darker planet/
Wish I could change it but its hard to manage the thought of a larger canvas/
Is it smart to vanish, safer to evade epiphany/
And waiver the innate ability to take shit and paint it differently/
siick
Maybe the gray is gettin me, cloudin my vision/
Billions of people but only thousands are without a conviction/
Spouses in prison, kids raised in broken environments/
But a stroke of my brush could paint the hope to inspire them/
the metaphors are dope
I've grown to be tiresome, feel like my eyes are glued/
To hide the truth and disguise all these skies in blue/
At least I've tried to prove that in this land of disgust/
That any man can change it if he's handed a brush/
nice closer again


yup as usual ruckus drops ill ass shit lol, naw for real though the whole thing is dope, the concept, imagery, metaphors all that that shit and you already know your flow is flawless

[complexity]

What the fuck.

This shit was off the wall man.

The imagery, metaphors, rhyme scheme, all amazing. I don't even know what else to say.

Props.

9.8/10

[EvilJoey]

Strait Fire like always...

Uhhh... seems like u picked some vocab i wouldnt have expected...

Flows always there... ever since u started writing like u would to do Audios... avoiding the tounge twisting overly complex..

something i should work on...

Carried same theme all the way through its still something i cant do lol


All in all bro its strait fire... With the right beat and emotion on the track it would be better than 98% of the shit in the radio ..


Ok so u posted one.. i guess i owe u a post now..


9.5 + .5 for being in Iraq! 1

[-MenaCe-]

Ruck man good shit you never dissapoint me..

The whole concept is cool and you deliver sick lines and always keep me readin.

Good Shit Ruckus!

[Riggz]

How in the hell did I miss this...
Inject it with color, from the clouds to the dirt/
I doubt you could search for an artist who isn't proud of this work/
I've been showered with hurt, I can't escape the truth/
I hate my mood, its always a shade of gray or blue/
But I'll make it through, in ways my faith's improved/
Not god, my degraded view, its like I traded shoes/
To take a few steps with a different perspective/
Cuz I miss the reflection of one who isn't aggressive/

Ruckus.. it seems i've seen your shit in the past man.. how long you been at this?
Nonetheless.. all I can say is "DAMN"! No critizism what so ever.. shit was flawless.

[The Gonz]

Been writing rhymes off and on since 13. I've only been on a couple sites though. Canibusworld and dashadyboard, along with a couple ezboard sites back in the day. Gonna take my first real stab at audios when I get home though.

[Haz]

The way I'm livin is gray, they say my brain's imprisoned/
I say it isn't, I can't explain it but today is different/

Dope ass Opener..


No changes, the rays paid a visit, I'll take a minute/
To replace this image with one who's paint is vivid/

Consistent..

Inject it with color, from the clouds to the dirt/
I doubt you could search for an artist who isn't proud of this work/
I've been showered with hurt, I can't escape the truth/
I hate my mood, its always a shade of gray or blue/

That shit came Out Nice .. Like The Ring 2 The Mood thing..


But I'll make it through, in ways my faith's improved/
Not god, my degraded view, its like I traded shoes/
To take a few steps with a different perspective/
Cuz I miss the reflection of one who isn't aggressive/


Sick As Fuck.. Liking The Feel 2 This




I'm annoyed with all these days that are devoid of color/
People destroy each other like its our choice to suffer/
Where's the voice of wonder, where's the morals and sense/
It forces me to grab a quart and just pour it to vent/
No remorse or repent, descent to a darker planet/
Wish I could change it but its hard to manage the thought of a larger canvas/
Is it smart to vanish, safer to evade epiphany/
And waiver the innate ability to take shit and paint it differently/
Maybe the gray is gettin me, cloudin my vision/
Billions of people but only thousands are without a conviction/
Spouses in prison, kids raised in broken environments/
But a stroke of my brush could paint the hope to inspire them/
I've grown to be tiresome, feel like my eyes are glued/
To hide the truth and disguise all these skies in blue/
At least I've tried to prove that in this land of disgust/
That any man can change it if he's handed a brush/


This Verse Was Sick Period .. I Liked The Closer 2...


The Chorus Was Good.


Imagery was On Point .. Word's Were Strung Together Nicely..
All I Can Say is Just Keep at it ..Good Shit

Keep Droppin

[token jesture]

ruckus, cuz that shits deep fam, really got me feeling like i need to go out and do summin worth while today,

great great verse fam get that ish on audio n posted so we can give u mad props

-- Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:17 pm --

ruckus, cuz that shits deep fam, really got me feeling like i need to go out and do summin worth while today,

great great verse fam get that ish on audio n posted so we can give u mad props

[The Gonz]

up

[IntrinsicCadence]

I think of what I've read from you so far, this is my favorite. The metaphors, the message, the flow, all right on point... 10/10 without a doubt...

[Kuhlerblynd]

Ruck, there is no doubt about it, this piece was dope as fuck. Flowed smooth, stuck on topic, had great imagery and vocab. This is really it right here. Raw emotion, damn man, just everything was tight to me. I liked this alot. The only thing I may have done different would have been to throw a couple ideas of why I was feeling like that. You know, what brought that saddness into your life. But, thats more my style, and how do I know you have already written about that or might be doing so in the future. In my opinion, this should get a look over for the Written of the Month Award. Nice shit famz. One.