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asomniatic - blue and red lyrics

[verse 1 – blue]
he’s down on the ground, i’m up with a gun
drawn at his body in a puddle of blood
my blue suit on, my breath is gone
i touch his wrist, his skin’s still warm
no pulse rhythm, no heartbeat
closed mitten holds his car keys
was fiddling in his pockets, it’s hard to see
he wasn’t armed, missed my mark, honestly
i’m not pulling shots like they’re fun to dance to
it’s not how i was taught, sought one more chance to
hold this decision indifferent to pigments
no derision, i swear, i felt scared sh-tless
finger twitchy, wasn’t itchy, acted sketchy, felt tension
building, k!lled him, will spilled instinct
who really knew if he’s screwy? noose pursuing?
blew a fuse, i moved in, no clue what he’d do, and
slight scent of booze, yet haven’t proved intent
toothless, i’m soothing gloom, gather dues when
confused cues had used a loose hand
be shot or shoot, and i’m not a shrewd man
white, black skin, slow, quick, reactive
tact didn’t factor that bullsh-t matters
sleaze and paranoia, pictures from the news
easy hitting triggers when we’re scared of their hues
brain churns, shame burns, worse, i can see that
car seat in the back, that man’s a dad
blue suited computer misused his gun
to skewer duty, to shoot someone’s son

[chorus]
i am not alone
watch me fall right down

[verse 2 – red]
part-time bartender, six foot five, leisure
isn’t blind wit, never hit good strides, temper
hot for cops on my bumper, pump the
fist, sick of sock puppet b-tches, f-ck ’em
curt third degree, “can i see your id?
sir, ya been drinking?” “f-ck the police”
requests that i please step out on the street
lock the car door, speak, check his conceit
“black lives matter, and the darker got it harder
brothers stopping their car to be slaughtered as a martyr
fathers parted from their daughters, talk is honest, never wanted
that departed news spot, it’s coppers who shot us,”
taught you’re the opposition to be fought
it wasn’t for naught, yo, this isn’t my block
you hot headed cop, pig, step the f-ck off, why
ya gripping that gun, son? done with dialog? got
real though, snowy road, no phone, alone
old prose is sold, bro, i wanna go home
he’s focused on a ghost, screaming freeze, though i’m froze
no desire being another sucker dying in the cold
shout, “i can’t stand here, i’m getting in my car now”
he’s loud, “keep your hands up”, never lettin’ guard down
reach for my keys, other toward the door, glance
as he squeezes, speechless, see red, bam

[verse 3 – blue]
he’s fifty in a thirty, driving shifty but i’m flirting
with the thought of not stopping this punk to give a warning
working suburban, now a cop, being more than
my mother and her sermons, my father and his bourbon
noticed his skin, with hesitation
reservations, in a restless nation
protests, arrests, age of feds getting deader
afraid, i ain’t ready, wavering, hand steady

[verse 4 – red]
to the inner city, miss my little girl
woulda been there already, this shift still k!lls
playing nwa, with a midnight prayer
her third birthday, this year, i’ll be there
momma’s got drama with rehab, be that
big dumb mug getting hugs when she laughs
never let my girl hear daddy’s defeated
gonna tuck her in nearer, we can’t be beat, then
hear some sirens behind me wailing
fear no peers for paying bail and
tonight i fight, can’t play in jail, man
blue and red shines on my tail end

- asomniatic lyrics

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