Nick

let me tell yall the story of a kid named nick. in the publics eyes nick was sick but the truth was nick was slick nick was an artist but was never very big. created hundreds of pieces and never played a gig nick was young only just eighteen he had a son already started his Dream only one thing missin his art hit mainstream he painted a portrait of a man dyin hunted down by a damn lion in a jungle where he was damn tryin to get shot of these beasts in their enviren. nobody understood the artists meaning. this was a piece of work that left people dreaming absence of life but yet life was still beaming message trapped in all scheming seeing is believing. the artist painted this picture to be deceiving. painted in the gore of the man's bleeding strapped faithfully to his neck was unbelieving a cannon camera snapping and still reeling now we begin to feel the true feeling. a man so obsessed with his work he hit ceiling. and now he's fit for a lions meal thing. but to deeper thought even sadders, the real thing he never accomplished his mission never came through on his vision his dreams would be dyin with him twelve days later nick came up fuckin missin whole town went on alert his family miss him news stations show his face his mom talk about how they prey his son too young to have much to say doesn't matter he grows up alone anyway. fast forward from then to what's presentlay. nicks paintings finally see the light of day. his son was young but enjoyed hemmingway. his moma told him his dad painted days away. he painted everything in all colors and shades of grey. masterpieces that should be in museums far away. the boy broke down and cried, his life wonderin why his daddy died. truth was hidden here the whole time. geniuses never live past the age of 35. beauty simply can't stay alive I hope I'll luckily survive or maybe I'll just die. either which way... I guess I'll see you on the other side...