Blood in the Sink

Tell me who do you turn to When you’ve lost your direction Made a mind into weapon Build the house on the stone Or the home by the sand Landing seeds in the soil Blood on the leaves I see blood in the sink Hear the bluff on the news Migrant workers scared of migrant workers Oh Lord what have we come to Tell me who do you see? Looking at the man in the mirror When it’s crunch time, and this sick life Hit a breddah with the punchline and you can’t quite see the picture could you stand and deliver? Feelin’ you been sold down the river Feel it in your soul and you shiver And the shit cuts deep Digging in your bones in the winter S’written in these poems you consider Come we show who we be! When the chips down gotta stand up When its only one round and you’re bleedin’ Weight of a tonne on your breathin’ All you gotta do is cry freedom But you got that eloheem within try be him Try screaming from the depths of your being “I need him” Backin’ my case, battlin’ that which you chase Til you stand in his place Tell me who do you turn to When you’ve lost your direction Made a mind into weapon Build the house on the stone Or the home by the sand Landing seeds in the soil Blood on the leaves I see blood in the sink Hear the bluff on the news Migrant workers scared of migrant workers Oh Lord what have we come to I spent a long time runnin’ Frontline I was always top gunnin’ Top billin’ spent a long time frontin’ P invincible. Can't nobody touch him Ain't nobody fuckin’ with the don (that's a problem) Ain't nobody thinkin there's a problem (that's a problem) Everybody always want a little somethin’ Might as well put my body in a ‘Ganga’ I’ve been tryn’a understand my role What's the bigger picture for my soul (what's your purpose) Lately I been thinkin I could go (go on jump then) But then I start to think about my folks Ain't everybody given situations with a gift Alleviate pain with your vision in a script Set aside yourself for a minute get a grip Ain’t no one ever gave a fuck about a bitch Tell me who do you turn to When you’ve lost your direction Made a mind into weapon Build the house on the stone Or the home by the sand Landing seeds in the soil Blood on the leaves I see blood in the sink Hear the bluff on the news Migrant workers scared of migrant workers Oh Lord what have we come to I know denial is bad for my health Embrace the chaos as knowledge of self I can’t expire and sit on the shelf I have a goal and a story to tell Hope they all hear there’s no fear in my tone Hope they all see me when I’m in my zone Walk with my people but I stand alone If i must be first tell me... Tell me who do you turn to When you’ve lost your direction Made a mind into weapon Build the house on the stone Or the home by the sand Landing seeds in the soil Blood on the leaves I see blood in the sink Hear the bluff on the news Migrant workers scared of migrant workers Oh Lord what have we come to --- Blood in the Sink - Foreign Beggars