Cartoon Days - Jack Jetson

These are Cartoon Days

See the words jump right off of the page

We all have a role to play, I should warn ya

Is it you?

Is it me?

Who’s the author?

I feel the pen pressing on my head

Then a type writer spelling every word that I said

Down the wrong path I’ve led, I’m set to fold

I need to learn the bolt rules from this epic song

Break from the mould and get my own show

With my bombs on the plane so my pilot will blow

It’s only right that you know how this cartoon works

You can be the hero or the villain that lurks

The one’s in the background are barely ever heard

Their lips are moving but you hear no words

As I observe just waiting for the credits

The real truth was taken out in the edits

The man said there’s gonna be a real twist

Only at the end will you really know what it is

So, play your part that’s all we can do

And the lead role the author might hand to you

These are Cartoon Days

See the words jump right off of the page

We all have a role to play, I should warn ya

Is it you?

Is it me?

Who’s the author?

BVA

My sentences are drawn out and it ain’t from the weed

My thoughts appear in a bubble at almost double the speed

They draw two me’s in 2D to represent my split personalities

Fighting with each other but the sanity

But hold up, I gotta spit this script that’s been written

On the day I take control you’ll see the page with a rip in

If they animated this cartoon it would be skipping

I’m just a puppet moving wherever the nip is flicking

Fitting in where they draw me, until the day I write my own story

Drawn slightly different than before me

Still scrawny, but grown in the years and intelligence

I snatched the pen from the author and write some shit thats relevant

I’m just a product of where I am and what I’ve seen

That’s why I have to be a comic they can’t strip away my dreams

Escape from the magazine is the mission

And to implement the vision, shit I’ll even draw myself a pot to piss in

These are Cartoon Days

See the words jump right off of the page

We all have a role to play, I should warn ya

Is it you?

Is it me?

Who’s the author?

Jack Jetson

Bill and Bake, on adventures like Finn and Jake

Put it on the plate like a fillet steak

Straight, get stuck like sticky tape

Take the Mickey like Minnie’s date, listen mate

Hit you with the power of the pen and pad

All I need: a ten, a bag of cheese, and a speckled tab

I be creating remedies like on Dexter’s Lab

In next dimensions, catch me if you can, you couldn’t get a cab

I’m wormhole travelling, unravelling the matrix

Spaceship in stasis, travelling the ages

I dabble in creatives, snakepit escapist

Spiral staircase lift, indigo paint kit

I blaze spliffs and illustrate hallucinated day trips

Geometric shape-shifts of psychedelic play-scripts

I blaze piff grade and stay on that grade A tip

Pick up my pen and pad and animate shit

These are Cartoon Days

See the words jump right off of the page

We all have a role to play, I should warn ya

Is it you?

Is it me?

Who’s the author?