The starving artist

Now I know I’m not a winner, and I’ll probably never be

but I don’t wanna spend my whole life, in urban poverty

So I’ll stand in the welfare line, and I’ll eat in the soup kitchen

and if I never find a job, guess I’ll have to live creatively

If i wanna see, the most beautiful art

and I’ll shake that artists hand and ask em how he got his start

and its’ Mr. Picasso. what does it mean

is the beauty that its simple or to complex to see for me

I will master this craft or I will starve

and I’ll never taste the sweetest wines and say how grape they are

I’ll find a canvas and never put my brushes down

and I’ll pay that gallery their expensive competition fee

and everyone will see the most beautiful art

and they’ll shake my artist hand and ask at how much do they start

and its Mr. Picasso what does it mean

is the beauty that its simple or to complex to see for me

then I’ll pass a child who draws chalk on the side walk

and never puts a hat out says all art should be free

and I’ll meet a hippie singer with torn jeans and broke guitar

and he’ll say pay what you can i don’t wanna starve

and try and see the most beautiful art

was made by starving artist hands

who never waited for a break to start