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 night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
I want to be the conduit 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 ****** I just want to be noticed
To find producers in the circuit to work with,
For certain it was hurtin' at first ******' with studio virgins
To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
Now performin our percussions
Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there
Payin' 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 night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' 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 notto be written
You immature amateur biters are copy kittens
In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic
Petty bourgeois pseudo revolutionary ********
Don't miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband
And incense, that won't make you free, **** 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 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
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 night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' 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
It isn't made to be timeless
This body, these hands, we work with
On the surface of skin, diggin' deeper
The blue is for the collar
The blue is for the water
The blue is... is everything
The blue is black
The blue is white
The blue is my own
Bruise Brothers