Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find it
You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids
Kissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islands
Gems in the hymns said the chant
The moon man grins, hair on my chin grows
Hair on my chest burn
Flare in my soul cold
I can’t sleep
Let alone, stay awoke, smoking dope like
It’s like Shaitan find another way to choke
Another day broke, money ain’t my motto, nope
Traded peace for the sorrow that I swallow
Bottle after bottle, like the role models of the hollow
Feeling like a seedless avocado
Crowd screaming
“Bravo! Bravo!
Here’s a dollar for your sorrows
Can I borrow your time more tomorrow?”
-Blu
