Blues is sorrow
My scripture's depressed, got the blues in my blood Fuck a therapist, the only cure is the music I love And a spliff or two, catch me on the block puffin bags where cops is cuffin hands because we hustle grams Yeah, I stay high on bud because my life is fucked And try to visulize better days when my eyes are shut I never seem to be rising up though, time has stopped, dawg, there gotta be more than this, they lie to us yo The clock is frozen.. through my red glittering eyes, I watch my precious blessin of life just flittering by... Still I cork up the bottle and start to zip on some wine But I just get a taste of this world that's bitter and dry We all have a breakin point when the limit is reached And you get so tired of life cause you only feelin defeat Sometimes it might feel like you live on your knees But that's the moment you should try to get on your feets Because if we all just convert our inner depressions and our illest aggressions to a winners perfection, or a beginners obsession to skill to profession, then maybe we can fill the impression of what we believe in. This is a sinners confession of the scars in my past Cause I put my heart and soul in every bar that I rap The lyrics is spreadin light to life when it's cold and dark Suddenly it starts to glow and spark like a lonely star Poetry turns to therapy and I unleash from the dephts Togheter with the leaves in my chest that eases the stress I'm spittin that real shit you can, the music you love Because everyone of us got some blues in our blood...
Blues is sorrow... I wake up, wishin for a new tomorrow.
"Tried to freeze time that's why I iced the face of my watch" - AZ
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