Amnesia - Blu

I used to have

Peace, serenity, teaching divinity

Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies

Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we finna be

This, that, and the third

Boy did I learn, tables turn

Billy Holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my focus away

Swerving in the locomotive

Far from my hopes and motives

Back to boastin' at shows to get a standin' o

From all the fans I know on some of that

Sapphire rapid fire soul stuff I used to hit 'em off with

But now I’m some ol' «pay the toll» for the way I played the role

Cautious when I lace a flow cause

Po’s think I’m painting codes

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

Fuck a rapper

I’m an actor in a film called

Leave me the fuck alone til' I find a real job

Busting chrome grills off at these soft-hearted breakbeats

Bouncin' 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 script with realness

Even if it kills this

Poet inside

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

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 walkin' 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 façade, the main feature

Modified for blogs, podcast the past

Hi-definition, she laughed

Pass the message

Now I’m guessin' that the jokes on me cause I’m the only one threatened

The wretched by the windows sketchin'

Pencil mural of the method

Don’t sweat it

Techniques turnin', burnin' 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

Naïve is the dry leaves on the ground

Lookin' past the tree to the blue sky askin' «Why me?»