The frame is simple, plain black
The painting is weird almost savage
A pot head, a drug dealer,
A cheater and a whore
And all of the them smiling
to the sympathetic eye of the painter
And I’m standing there
Looking from the outside
It seems I don’t understand art
It seems I don’t understand life
The pot head becomes a host
The drug dealer an icon
The whore a best friend
And I feel I’ve been cheated
‘Cause I’m looking again
And a black figure shows up
Unable to sustain himself or some kids
Modeling naked for the outside world
Getting all kind of compliments
While a train passes by
Carrying on the second floor a cheater who smiles
And the painter drinks red wine with the whore
The pot head fires smoke out
The drug dealer laughs with richer hands
And I’m still standing there
Feeling cheated again
Reaching with my hand up center
This can’t be happening to me
It seems I don’t understand art
It seems i don’t understand life
I have to sit in front of the painting
The smoke is filling the air
I can hardly breathe
The bottle of red wine is almost empty
The drug dealer has left with gold in hand
The whore ends up drunk in loneliness
The smoke almost cover the canvas
I can’t see the black guy anymore
But there is somebody leaving
Someone who seems young
The distortion won’t let me see him
The painting got really wild
And I’m fading trying to make sense of
What the picture was all about
It seems I don’t understand art
It seems I don’t understand life
