Blind

My cover of the original classic tune!
Updated Feb 2016

Outside - Staind

Riches (no love)

Interested

It Happens

What Have I Done

I did this just on some in th studio vibin' out ish. Probably won't be how the song ends up, but I thought I'd share on this day of giving. :-) 

If so inclined, please check it out....


There’s  no justice, there’s just us 
There’s just young gun's, suns (sons) an eruptions 
Auntie’s shot down for assumptions 
And community discussions that come after repercussion’s
It’s 70, in New York, in December,
It’s summer during winter, deniers can also become cinders 
For the sinners and the big spenders 
the pretenders and the loners who prefer the liquors 
They’ll use your race, they’ll use your class, of course they’ll use your gender
they use your choose your own adventure to promote agendas
It’s political splinters that center 
on the slight difference between hedging your bets
and bets and picking a winner
It’s what’s for dinner!
It’s getting bigger and bigger
It’s calling children nigga’s 
it's having lunch with the public defender
it's having lunch with the public defender
It’s all so surreal, what I think, what I feel
what I hear, will I will heal, will they recognize the skill
if I I die on this hill, is that trill is that for real…
I’m a carsouel, or better yet stuck at the top of a ferris wheel 
and it’s been six days since I had a meal
You can’t convinced the convinced 
but you can establish on the public record that there argument makes no sense
hence 
they should get off the fence and get hitched a position on shit
Fuck Hip Hop, All ten elements 
Fuck running for US Senate and Fuck Presidents 
Fuck the third eye, I.Q. and the most recent version of emotional intelligence 
Fuck absence and irrelevance, abundance and decadence 
Fuck voicemail, email and text message
But most of all fuck hesitance 
Fuck waiting on the truth to evident 
Fuck petulance, pestilence, prejudice over priced medicines 
and the disrespect of melanin
Separating bodies from the skeletons 
Transforming hard gentleman to gelatin 
I rap like I’m high off mescaline while coming down of riddlin
After smoking a blunt laced with insulin and adrenaline.
Fuck 12 angry jurors, they can get eat a dick 
Summarily dissmissed with the fury of the fist 
Exonerate the cop and you vilify the kid 

Am I a prophet or just high conflict 
Am I the toxic or the tonic 
Am I following the process by being honest 
even though my gut call draws flame to the drawbridge
sponge in, everyone’s dysfunction, 
 especially the drrgs and the sexual repugnance
I’m in the thug mansion, in the thug kitchen, 
With a thug apron, making thug biscuits 
thug scramling, this is thuglicious, 
when I’m done, I’m wash up all the thug dishes 
I’m in a scrample, I’ve forgotten the preamble
And I’d probably remember if I simply had a sample
But I don’t want remember cause my ancestors were trample
but what some call the values of this empire in shambles 
I will dance, bro, I am not our samba 
it’s too late, I’m already on some Black Rambo, way more than you can handle.     


 


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