[Intro (Sampled): Little Milton]
Blind man standing on the corner
Crying out the blues
He said, "I don't want a dollar and don't you give me a dime
Until you bring back that little girl of mine"
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kissing you on the commission flat rooftops
Cops sirens harmonising like doo-wop
Dogs barking, bottles bombarding
Somebody screamed "Fuck the pigs!", we started laughing
True romance, cigarettes and a goon bag
Sixty three cents and a pocket of food stamps
I'd do anything to have you back for that
First night, talking about family crap
But I was a blind man, listen to my heart skip a beat
When you asked about my dreams and the scar on my sleeve
We cried at the blues like a mark of the bleeds
To the blood on our hands [?] such a relief
It was love like you and I, to align synthesis
Fewer than city lights, suicide witnesses
Blue lights flickering, moonlight glistening
Illuminating life, purified innocents
(What?)
[Chorus]
She's from a place where you have to believe
Where a buckled bike rims hang from the trees
And if you squint when the full moon captures the street
Blind man you can see!
He's from a place where you have to believe
Watching your family collapse to their knees
Broken glass everywhere from the shattered dreams
Blind man you can see!
[Turntablism]
"You're blind from the facts" "Man, can't you see?"
"And it's hard to explain like humanity's vision"
"You're blind baby"
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We heard bass drums echo in the stairways
Heavy screen doors slamming like rear brakes
A symphony of old V8s revvin' sent a
Shiver up my spine, like a DJ's records
For one second we were consciously lucid
And everything else was an optical illusion
Blind to intrusion and constant confusion
Removed like the truth in historical blueprints
First love, last goodbye
See these bags under my eyes? I earned my stripes
First love, last goodbye
See these bags under my eyes?
[Chorus]
She's from a place where you have to believe
Where a buckled bike rims hang from the trees
And if you squint when the full moon captures the street
Blind man you can see!
He's from a place where you have to believe
Watching your family collapse to their knees
Broken glass everywhere from the shattered dreams
Blind man you can see!
[Turntablism]
"You're blind from the facts" "Man, can't you see?"
"And it's hard to explain like humanity's vision"
"You're blind baby"
[Verse 3]
Fourteen, left home and look for the meaning
Fifteen, found gangs and hooked on graffiti
Sixteen, the whole world's crooked and greedy
Seventeen, stop pushing me 'round like Mussolini
Nothing to hide, used to hustle and grind
Eighteen, you're never too young to die!
We do what it takes, losing our patience
Suffer defeat and humiliation
We come from the streets and move on the pavement
And you still don't recognise truth in my statement
This bad blood needs purification
Slash my wrists, spill it on the music of Phazes, yeah
[Chorus]
She's from a place where you have to believe
Where a buckled bike rims hang from the trees
And if you squint when the full moon captures the street
Blind man you can see!
He's from a place where you have to believe
Watching your family collapse to their knees
Broken glass everywhere from the shattered dreams
Blind man you can see!
[Turntablism]
"You're blind from the facts" "Man, can't you see?"
"And it's hard to explain like humanity's vision"
"All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh"
"Watch me!"
"Why you wear those glasses? Ooh I can see!"
