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blu - amnesia كلمات الأغنية

i used to have peace, serenity,
teaching divinity
break bread, sipping the blood,
eating with enemies
blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin’ to be
this, that, and the third
boy did i learn, tables turn
billy holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my folks away
swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives back to boasting at shows to get a standing o
from all the fans i know on some of that sapphire rapid fire soul stuff
i used to hit ’em off with but now
i’m some ol’ “pay the toll” for the way i played the role
cautious when i lace a flow, cause, pose?
think i’m painting codes
patience grown thin, home sick and haven’t been home since f-ck a rapper,
i’m an actor in a film called:
“leave me the f-ck alone until i find a real job”
busting chrome grills off at these soft hearted
breakbeats bouncing with 808’s and gray ink blue heart,
red skies, true art died in the heart of my mind
kept trying to fulfill this, blank scribbled realness, even if it kills this
poet inside
used to speak sweet with sympathy
tease to mimic me, sunshine every line you ever sent to me

heaven sent, heavenly scent that later crippled me, sh-t
simple men don’t learn, where was your empathy?
couldn’t see the fork in the road kept straight forward, straight towards a humble abode we both hate more
now that i fumbled and folded that open letter said “dead men walking don’t dream”
you taped yours, and you told me i could rent it
thought it was invented for my viewing pleasure
human error, the apprentice turned teacher, preacher turned
god couldn’t reach ya, just a façade, the main feature modified for blogs, podcast the past, hi-definition, she laughed
p-ss the message, now i’m guessing that the jokes on me
cause i’m the only one threatened
the wretched by the windows sketching pencil?
the mural of the method, don’t sweat it, techniques turning, burning incense
listening to billy burn my intent, definitive days that turn my nights to fiction
friction-less, just a pen trynna pimp this stress,
’cause i couldn’t keep a lid on my life
naïve as the dry leaves on the ground, looking past the tree to the blue sky asking:
why me?

- blu

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