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