Blue Scholars - Bruise Brothers текст песни

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 it's 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 We