The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother And my father plus the scholars that we be, The blue is for the nighttime moon, swingin' tune Of every bluesman singin' what its like to not be free I want to be the come-to with movin' the music among the masses Hit the spot rock upon sight like Medusa as the true surpass the wicked Used to sneak in shows without a ticket 'Till I slowly got familiar with the local promoters Hopin to blow, focused on the open mic Not claimin' to be the dopest I just want to be noticed To find producers in the circuit to work with, For certain it was hurtin' at first fuckin' with studio virgins To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version Now performin' our percussion Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there Payin' a fair, say it again said Blue is for the color of the collar of my mother And my father plus the scholars that we be The blue is for the water and sky In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded That the body isn't made to be timeless Blue is for the ocean we cross to foreign lands Where we work with our hands, and home is where we stand Where the poetry swims, in the lunacy of moonshine light Reflected right upon the surface of skin Verses burst out the pen, like it hurt not to be written You immature amateur writers is copy kittens In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic Petty bourgie pseudo revolutionary bullshit Or miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband And incense, that won't make you free, fuck a bachelors degree I'd much rather defeat the evil thieves in my scenery Seemingly detached, indeed as we proceed to see the heathen meet his match And everything we not givin' up, we take it back I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red The blue is for the balance yes and everything I said, I said Blue is for the color of the collar of my mother And my father plus the scholars that we be The blue is for the water and sky In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded That the body isn't made to be timeless