Cold Lights (New Song) High Quality (Blues)

Описание: Cold Lights

Cold street lights on concrete dreams,
Mama on her knees, prayin’ in between,
Sirens hum low like a broken song,
Born where the law been wrong too long.

Gold on my neck but my soul feel old,
Every scar got a story never told,
They taught me fear before they taught me hope,
First was the cuffs, then they gave me a rope.

South Side air, it taste like pain,
Every block still hear the clank of chains,
They say “boy, behave, stay in line,”
But that line was drawn to break my mind.

Police lights blink blue and red,
Another name the news forget,
Numbers don’t cry, papers don’t bleed,
But these streets remember every seed.

I ain’t lost, I just walk real slow,
Carry what the pavement chose,
Every slammed door, every hard “no,”
Turned my voice to a low-down moan.

I sing truth like an old blues prayer,
From cracked-up roads to burnt-up air,
They call it rage, I call it pain,
Same old storm, same cold rain.

I don’t beg just to breathe this life,
This mic my judge, my jury, my right,
From Chicago nights to a worn-out throne,
I built my crown outta flesh and bone.

So let it play, let it bleed, let it be,
This ain’t a song, it’s history,
I don’t kneel, I don’t flee,
This is blues — and this is me.