Swoope - Blind Eyes (The Good American) lyrics

[Hook: Christon Gray] Blood in the streets, we turn blind eyes Is it murder, if we watch them die? Blood on our hands, and we don't care why We turn blind eyes, 'till we in the fire [Verse 1: Swoope] Abandoned, layin' half dead in the road And really, I don't know if I'mma make it I'm stranded, the masked man took my clothes And that hatred is what left me naked I was mindin' my own Until the heisters came and swiped what I own Not right, got left to die on my own Dark night and the blood I lie in's my own Bruised ribs and a black eye Swoll shut, but I still see my life flash by Geeked, cause I think I seen a priest on the bypa** But he leaped to the other street and pa**ed by Then a Levite did similiar And honestly I don't really know what hurt more The thief guys tryna stick me up Or getting ignored by the church folk I know they seen me in their vision but for intervention They too busy with agendas and religion Is it pride, racism, or arrogance That lets me die, waitin' for a good samaritan? [Repeat Hook] [Verse 2: Swoope] I'm lying, If I tell you that I can't see You dying, just as long as it ain't me Sex trade, little girls getting slaughtered Long as it ain't my little girl, I ain't bothered Wall Street gettin' occupied Who cares, call me when somebody dies The hurricane took your power, My God Hold that thought, I gotta charge my iPod Rwanda got that genocide But I got that new Honda with the tint inside 9/11 We can hold hands, 9/12 I don't know man Picket fences keep me caged up An animal, unaware that I'm enslaved cause I can't even fathom the thought of my neighbor Askin' me for help, are you insane bruh? The blood, the murder, the carnage, we see it all From afar, on our DVR's Simply too busy to be involved It ain't our problem unless it's an easy solve The hands and feet of Christ, is it lies? Or do our busy lives tell us not to sympathize The social ills of the world should make us sick inside The big supply of evil should not desensitize If they hungry and we don't feed 'em Closet full of clothes, when the coat need 'em What we do for the least of, we do the same thing to Jesus I know you see Him in your vision, but for intervention You too busy with your agendas and religion Is it pride, racism, or arrogance That let's em' die waitin' for a good American? [Verse 3: Christon Gray] Star-spangled or blood-stained Beautiful America, which banner gets unclaimed? The untrained eye is blind without love We seein' it now, but never the outcome Murder she wrote, cause we ain't give her the savior Naw, first we elope, then treat her like she a stranger, yeah How we do both, with our selfish behavior He said if you love Me, though, love your neighbor, Lord help us Why are you afraid, of their faces? They were reaching out, but you won't take it, no They ain't gone too soon, so are you happy? Cause if you don't love them, then you don't love me No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh Cause if you don't love them, then you don't love me No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh [Hook: Swoope] Blood in the streets, we turn blind eyes Is it murder, if we watch them die? Blood on our hands, and we don't care why We turn blind eyes, 'till we in the fire