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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