Blue Scholars - Bruise Brothers lyrics
[Blue Scholars - Bruise Brothers lyrics]
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 mood-swinging tune
Of every bluesman singing what it's
Like to not be free
I want to be the conduit moving
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
Hoping to blow, focused on the open mic
Not claiming to be the dopest
I just want to be noticed
To find producers in the circuit to work with
For certain it was hurting at
First fucking with studio virgins
To purge the wack
I download the upgraded version
Now performing our percussions
Constructed up by the
Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
You talk about the journey but
We're taking it there
Paying a fare, say it again said
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
Swinging tune
Of every bluesman singing what it's
Like to not be free
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 isn't made to be timeless
The 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 are copy kittens
In the coffee shop kids
Are spitting individualistic
Petty boujee pseudo revolutionary bullshit
Don't miss this
Resistance is more than just a
Fist in a wristband
And incense, that won't make you free
Fuck a bachelor's degree
I'd much rather defeat the evil
Thieves in my scenery seemingly detached
Indeed as we proceed to see
The heathen meet his match
And everything not giving 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
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
Swinging tune
Of every bluesman singing what it's
Like to not be free
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 isn't made to be timeless
The collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the
Nighttime mood-swinging tune
Of every bluesman singing what it's
Like to not be free
I want to be the conduit moving
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
Hoping to blow, focused on the open mic
Not claiming to be the dopest
I just want to be noticed
To find producers in the circuit to work with
For certain it was hurting at
First fucking with studio virgins
To purge the wack
I download the upgraded version
Now performing our percussions
Constructed up by the
Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
You talk about the journey but
We're taking it there
Paying a fare, say it again said
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
Swinging tune
Of every bluesman singing what it's
Like to not be free
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 isn't made to be timeless
The 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 are copy kittens
In the coffee shop kids
Are spitting individualistic
Petty boujee pseudo revolutionary bullshit
Don't miss this
Resistance is more than just a
Fist in a wristband
And incense, that won't make you free
Fuck a bachelor's degree
I'd much rather defeat the evil
Thieves in my scenery seemingly detached
Indeed as we proceed to see
The heathen meet his match
And everything not giving 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
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
Swinging tune
Of every bluesman singing what it's
Like to not be free
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 isn't made to be timeless