When im in public i smile to hide all the pain when im alone those tears be comin down like the rain
aint been shot but im still carrying all the damage to my brain
cant take no more feelin like im always bout to go insane
im always hearin voices and they callin out my name
grew up on the south side a nigga never been the same
but i stay true to home always thinkin bout where i came
thinkin bout my past things i did always puttin me to shame
dont do this for attention im just tryna change the game
im just tryna show you im as messed up as i claim

in this piece, the rectangles, the vertical and horizontal lines, and lack of hue create a sense of harmony. there is balance and proportion because although the rectangles are different, no one rectangle overpowers the others, and the size relationship among the rectangles is agreeable to the eye. there is a sense of movement and depth, through the use of shading and shadowing. it almost appears like some of squares are popping out. there is variety created by the different rectangle sizes, the shading, and the shadowing.

aka im the smartest of them all