Yeah, I used to have peace, serenity, teaching divinity

Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies

(Am I blu)

Blind, pearl on my mind, think we fittin' to be

This, that, and the third, boy, did I learn tables turn

Billy holiday burned down to play with my nerves

Drowned my folks away

Swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives

Back to boasting at shows to get a standing O

From all the fans I know on some of the sapphire rapid fire soul stuff

(Am I blu)

I used to hit 'em off with

But now I'm on some ol' pay the toll, for the way I played the role

Cautious when I lace a flow, cause, pose?

Think I'm painting codes

Patience grown thin, home sick and haven't been home since

(Blu)

Fuck a rapper, I'm an actor in a film called

Leave me the fuck alone till I find a real job

Busting chrome grills off at these soft-hearted

Breakbeats bouncing with 808's and gray ink

Blue heart, red skies, true art died in the heart of my mind

Kept trying to fulfill this, blank scribbled realness, even if it kills this

Poet inside

(Am I blu, am I blu)

(Is this kiss in my together)

Used to speak sweet with sympathy

Tease to mimic me, sunshine every line you ever sent to me

Heaven sent, heavenly scent that later crippled me, shit

Simple men don't learn, where was your empathy

(Am I blu)

Couldn't see the fork in the road, kept straight forward

Straight towards a humble abode we both hate more

Now that I fumbled and folded that open letter said

Dead men walking don't dream

You taped yours, and you told me I could rent it

Thought it was invented for my viewing pleasure

Human error, the apprentice turned teacher, preacher turned

God, couldn't reach ya, just a facade, the main feature

(Am I blu)

Modified for blogs, podcast the past, hi-definition, she laughed

Pass the message, now I'm guessing that the jokes on me

Cause I'm the only one threatened

The wretched by the windows, sketching

(Blu)

Pencil the mural of the method, don't sweat it

Techniques turning, burning incense

Listening to Billy burn my intent, definitive days that turn my nights to fiction

Friction-less, just a pen tryna pimp this stress

'Cause I couldn't keep a lid on my life

Naive as the dry leaves on the ground

Looking past the tree to the blue sky, asking why me?

(Am I blu)

(Am I blu)

(Is this kiss in my together)