Pat Battle - Black is Bluest lyrics

[Verse 1] My demons roll shotgun with me We'll bleed into a brick wall at light speed likely When life is ejected from the front of the Intrepid My crash-test-dummy-soul ghost ride the whip Split ripples in the windshield, my sh**'ll spin wheels Get them gears grinding like a coal into a diamond The cherry in America's pie, it's been busted I knew it reminiscing on the visions as a chitlin' The sh** that pipe-hitting babysitters used to do to us? Duct-tape over the face? Ain't nothing new to us So I dedicate the Bluest to my sister My Black heart bleeds - She ain't even a mister But if all I had to do was sport a Windsor and just differ From the average n***a, then I guess I wouldn't be a n***a Thinking everything I do ought to be quicker, bigger, slicker Cause my lips thicker, roots run in this dirt a little richer Off the Richter, shakes me to my core, I can't ignore it They flaunt it, and I want it, but doggone it, can't afford it That peace of mind, knowing that just everything is fine Where sanity is vanity, I'm going out my mind Am I mentally disturbed? Or culturally deterred? Or discouraged? Nightmares recur, dreams deferred Sinking deep as worms, in the depths of all the dirt Peeking at the heavens through the crevice of the Earth like - [Hook] Give me all your hate and I'll take it to the heart And bleed back the Black, in the very very end I'll Be what I will be I could not foresee this thing happening to you [Verse 2] Go distress over the pledge while I step over the ledge Emotions in my head? They hurry you to your bed It must be something I said, cause every time that I speak My tongue rip through the cheek like teeth - You want no beef Robot Foghorns ain't brave enough To embrace the slave rage, so our race is stuck They take away our safe space, chain us up Bondage, as if we ain't been raped enough Now do we suffer from depression Or maybe just life's lessons? The pain hurts and the adrenaline is impressive I'm festive in group settings, I thank the Academy When alone I feel the gravity ravage me with its savagery Paranoid as f**, hungry for validation Starved for some regard as an artist within this nation Or better yet a human, by the looks of what they're doing I'm a dude to be pursued for brutalism and ruin I got suicidal quotes for when my human vitals slope Here's my lurid final note for any tourists on my boat If by hanging from the rope they designated for my folks Or bloodying bathwater, whenever I'm goner Ima wander 'round these haunted towns Ghosted in this armor The offspring of a janitor, grandson of a farmer, so - Karma make me King or put a comma on the drama Ain't a marijuana plant potent enough to k** tomorrow, so - [Hook] [Verse 3] Okay, all these motherf**ers say they ride for the cause As soon as you ask them if they'd die for the cause They shut the f** up cause that rough type stuff Is better left to caution-to-the-wind type friends like - Me? Wait - I mean, you think I could be? Effective in this course, like an elective, but respectively If Kanye and Kelly Conway can have some say Then my middle cla** a** is saying all bombs away Palm the arms that you bought from the pawn shop today And blow your own f**ing brains out I'll scrape the bloody stain off of the wall Cause the way I'm really feeling often y'all Is like kidnapping rappers, tying up and offing them all Ain't a tool you could use to put a lock on my jaw So if rap's dead, I don't care who shot it in the head So long as I, Black Guy, survives some apartheid The negro spiritual will never end gentlemen