Bruise Brothers

The Blue Is For The Color Of The Collar Of My Mother

And My Father Plus The Scholars That We Be,

The Blue Is For The Nighttime Moon, Swingin Tune

Of Every Bluesman Singin What Its Like To Not Be Free

I Want To Be The Come-To With Movin The Music Among The Masses

Hit The Spot Rock Upon Sight Like Medusa As The True Surpass The Wicked

Used To Sneak In Shows Without A Ticket

Till I Slowly Got Familiar With The Local Promoters

Hopin To Blow, Focused On The Open Mic

Not Claimin To Be The Dopest I Just Want To Be Noticed

To Find Producers In The Circuit To Work With,

For Certain It Was Hurtin At First Fuckin With Studio Virgins

To Purge The Wack, I Download The Upgraded Version

Now Performin Our Percussion

Constructed Up By The Persian Beatmaker Extraordinaire

You Talk About The Journey But Weâre Takin It There

Payin A Fair, Say It Again Said

Blue Is For The Color Of The Collar Of My Mother

And My Father Plus The Scholars That We Be

The Blue Is For The Water And Sky

In The Middle Of The Fire I Burn To Find The Light In The Darkness

The Blue Is For The Color Of The Bruise We Use To Be Reminded

That The Body Isnât Made To Be Timeless

Blue Is For The Ocean We Cross To Foreign Lands

Where We Work With Our Hands, And Home Is Where We Stand

Where The Poetry Swims, In The Lunacy Of Moonshine Light

Reflected Right Upon The Surface Of Skin

Verses Burst Out The Pen, Like It Hurt Not To Be Written

You Immature Amateur Writers Is Copy Kittens

In The Coffeeshop Kids Are Spitting Individualistic

Petty Bourgie Pseudo Revolutionary ??Bullshit??

??Or Miss This?? Resistance Is More Than Just A Fist In A Wristband

And Incense, That Wont Make You Free, Fuck A Bachelors Degree

Iâd Much Rather Defeat The Evil Thieves In My Scenery

Seemingly Detached, Indeed As We Proceed To See The Heathen Meet His Match

And Everything We Not Givin Up, We Take It Back

I Bleed Upon A Track, My Verse Written In Red

The Blue Is For The Balance Yes And Everything I Said, I Said

Blue Is For The Color Of The Collar Of My Mother

And My Father Plus The Scholars That We Be

The Blue Is For The Water And Sky

In The Middle Of The Fire I Burn To Find The Light In The Darkness

The Blue Is For The Color Of The Bruise We Use To Be Reminded

That The Body Isnât Made To Be Timeless