Sometimes I might see red
As red as pants of Santa’s
But when I’m feeling mad
I grab my paints and grab my canvas
Use my brush to find some answers, always teaching on this campus
Or telling tales like mangas ‘stead of beefing like I’m angus
I focus on my paintbrush, don’t need hang-ups like a stalactite
My multi-colored paintings act like magic that’s a fact of life
You have to understand this cause I want us to start acting right
As much as I love pandas, ya’ll the world is more than black and white

LET’S PAINT THE FUTURE
REAL BRIGHT
WITH THE FAITH OF MARTIN LUTHER
IT FEELS RIGHT

A LOT OF PEOPLE FEELING SCARED TO SAVE US
LIKE IT’S A LOST CAUSE
BUT I’M STEADY, BRUSHING OFF MY HATERS
SOMETHING LIKE I’M BOB ROSS
GO AHEAD, GRAB MY HAND BE PATIENT
AND YOU MIGHT LIVE TO TELL
EVERY ONE OF FUTURE GENERATIONS
HOW WE FOUGHT FOR IKENFELL

Sometimes I get the blues
The news gets me depressed
Then I think about the clues that we’ve amassed about the past
Unlocking mysteries on mysteries that tell us simple facts
I love listening to history it acts like little maps
Sometimes I’m feeling green with envy
Of a boy or girl or enby
Still no other school than Ikenfell I’d rather be attending
Sometimes I’m feeling yellow
Scared to make a work of art
I’m destined for a medal
Must be brave to get a purple heart

LET’S PAINT THE FUTURE
REAL BRIGHT
WITH THE FAITH OF MARTIN LUTHER
IT FEELS RIGHT

A LOT OF PEOPLE FEELING SCARED TO SAVE US
LIKE IT’S A LOST CAUSE
BUT I’M STEADY, BRUSHING OFF MY HATERS
SOMETHING LIKE I’M BOB ROSS
GO AHEAD, GRAB MY HAND BE PATIENT
AND YOU MIGHT LIVE TO TELL
EVERY ONE OF FUTURE GENERATIONS
HOW WE FOUGHT FOR IKENFELL