M-Phazes - Blind Man lyrics

[Intro: Little Milton] Blind man, standing on the corner Crying out the blues He said I don't want a dollar And don't you give me a dime Until you bring back, that little girl of mine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Phazes] Kissing you on the commission flat rooftops Cops sirens harmonizing like doo-wop Dogs barking, bottles bombarding Somebody screamed "f** the pigs!" We started laughing True romance, cigarettes and a goon bag 63 cents and a pocket of food stamps I do anything to have you back For that first night talking about family crap But I was a blind man listening to my heart skip a beat When you asked about my dreams and the scar on my sleeve We cried at the blues like a mark of the bleeds To the plot on the hands To the sacture belief It was love like you and I, to align sentences Fewer than city lights, suicide witnesses Blue lights flickering, moon light glistening Illuminating life, purified innocents (What?) [Chorus] [Phazes] She's from a place where you have to believe Where a bucket of white rims hang from the trees And if you squint when the full moon captures the street Blind man you can see! He's from a place where you have to believe Watching your family collapse to their knees Broken gla** everywhere from the shattered dreams Blind man you can see! [Pegz] (You're blind from the fact, man, can't you see?) [Phazes] (And it´s hard to explain like humanity's vision) [Pegz] (You blind baby) [Verse 2: Phazes] We heard ba** drums echo in the stairways Heavy screen doors slamming like rear brakes A symphony OVH raven center Sent a shiver up my spine Like a DJ's records For one second we were consciously losing And everything else was an optical illusion Blind to intrusion and constant confusion Removed like the truth in historical blueprints First love, last goodbye See these bags under my eyes? I earned my stripes First love, last goodbye See these bags under my eyes? [Chorus] [Verse 2: Phazes] 14: Left home and look for the meaning 15: Found gangs and hooked up graffiti 16: The whole world is crooked in greedy 17: Stop pushing me around like Mussolini Nothing to hide, used to hustle and grind 18: You're never too young to die! We do what it takes Losing our patience Suffer defeat and humiliation We come from the streets and move on the pavement And you still dont recognize truth in my statement This bad blood needs purification Slash my wrists and spill on their musical phazes (Yea) [Chorus] (You're blind from the fact, man, can't you see?) (And it's hard to explain like humanity´s vision) (All your faint motherf**ers up in the joint high Watch me, dog) (Why are you wearing gla**es? oh I can see!)