It's funny to think I've been called type A.
That we could label a person with letters,
put them into groups.
I'd say I don't fit characteristics of anyone else.
I'd say I could be kind and cruel, ignorant and brilliant.
My traits are all relative not definitive.
I wouldn't call myself a rainbow,
I've got patches of gray, big patches.
But i've also got yellow, and blue, and teel, and pearl.
I'd say when I was made that I was mixed up of all things,
and that some colors just seemed to make the picture.
I'm not two faced i'm four hundred faced.
I have my soul and my morals, those things stay the same.
But who I'll be and what I'll say, I paint myself.
I'm not type A, I'm not type B,
Hell, I'm not even type Z.
I'm the alphabet and my qualities range.
I am a hard worker who loves to relax.
I'm a kind soul who gets into fights.
I'd say that we're all just works of art being painted every day.