Citadel Blues by Roy Kinsey Lyrics
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
Hook:
Blues in my city
Theres Blues in my city
Rap songs came long from Mississippi
Theres blues in my city
Play the Blues for my city
Red and blue hues go zoom in my city
Theres blues in my city
Blues in my city
Purple hearts don't boom in my city
Theres blues in my city play the blues for my city
City segregated but the bullets not picky
Verse 1:
Facial hues turn blue like we puffed out our chest
We holding our breath
We holding our breath
Wondering hues next
He look good considering
She said as she leaning
Over the casket
What we been thru
We say we lost a loved one
They ask what shit he's into
Like we didn't love him
Wouldn't that offend you
A lot bottled up and a bottle and a pencil
I been drinking lots and writing none
I been lying to myself like I was having fun
Mourned the loss of my childhood and my loved ones
At the pool they play cops and robbers I mean they love guns
Even if it was a gun dat had killed they loved ones
Hook:
Blues in my city
Theres Blues in my city
Rap songs came long from Mississippi
Theres blues in my city
Play the Blues for my city
Red and blue hues go zoom in my city
Theres blues in my city
Blues in my city
Purple hearts don't boom in my city
Theres blues in my city play the blues for my city
City segregated but the bullets not picky
Verse 2:
What color do you turn when you've lost a lot of love
When you lost a lot of air, when you lost a lot of blood
No one seems to care
But all seem to judge
Black robe bang the gavel at the casket of a of a thug
Blue collar do diligent for a few dollars
Parents tell us go to college like we ain't true scholars
Us new scholars got a cute apartment
Degrees coming from Dartmouth
Still fillin up our hearts with
Drugs
We get whiplash looking for love
In places where love could never inhabit
How did I get in the habit of believing in magic
How love be there, if love is not here
If you bring some love here maybe love will appear
But they could take a year gimme a shot and a beer
Let me be clear
Still young black queer
Tryna keep it pimping but it's hard out here
Hook:
Blues in my city
Theres Blues in my city
Rap songs came long from Mississippi
Theres blues in my city
Play the Blues for my city
Red and blue hues go zoom in my city
Theres blues in my city
Blues in my city
Purple hearts don't boom in my city
Theres blues in my city play the blues for my city
City segregated but the bullets not picky
Verse 3:
The blue colors of the stripes
Represent the color of the tears from the eyes
River filled with cries
Crocodile tears up from the Mississippi
Blue wounds Blood suck us like a hickey
Quick childhood lil mouse not Mickey
No smiley boyz in the hood not Ricky
Best bet keep it smooth if you not gritty
Segregated city but the bullets not picky
Pit bulls no leasches just wait to hear sick em
Mind quick like Mensa you a Vic or a victim
He said we only kill blacks don't that sound like a system
He said but blacks kill blacks yeah that's he symptom
Enslaved we for free labor yeah that's a prison
Beat or a flatline yeah that's the rhythm
Tryna keep a good nigga down yeah that's tradition
Tryna fly from Jim crow got damn thats a mission
Goddamn we the victims
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
City blues, mixed with running blood, gives you the purple heart
Hook:
Blues in my city
Theres Blues in my city
Rap songs came long from Mississippi
Theres blues in my city
Play the Blues for my city
Red and blue hues go zoom in my city
Theres blues in my city
Blues in my city
Purple hearts don't boom in my city
Theres blues in my city play the blues for my city
City segregated but the bullets not picky
Verse 1:
Facial hues turn blue like we puffed out our chest
We holding our breath
We holding our breath
Wondering hues next
He look good considering
She said as she leaning
Over the casket
What we been thru
We say we lost a loved one
They ask what shit he's into
Like we didn't love him
Wouldn't that offend you
A lot bottled up and a bottle and a pencil
I been drinking lots and writing none
I been lying to myself like I was having fun
Mourned the loss of my childhood and my loved ones
At the pool they play cops and robbers I mean they love guns
Even if it was a gun dat had killed they loved ones
Hook:
Blues in my city
Theres Blues in my city
Rap songs came long from Mississippi
Theres blues in my city
Play the Blues for my city
Red and blue hues go zoom in my city
Theres blues in my city
Blues in my city
Purple hearts don't boom in my city
Theres blues in my city play the blues for my city
City segregated but the bullets not picky
Verse 2:
What color do you turn when you've lost a lot of love
When you lost a lot of air, when you lost a lot of blood
No one seems to care
But all seem to judge
Black robe bang the gavel at the casket of a of a thug
Blue collar do diligent for a few dollars
Parents tell us go to college like we ain't true scholars
Us new scholars got a cute apartment
Degrees coming from Dartmouth
Still fillin up our hearts with
Drugs
We get whiplash looking for love
In places where love could never inhabit
How did I get in the habit of believing in magic
How love be there, if love is not here
If you bring some love here maybe love will appear
But they could take a year gimme a shot and a beer
Let me be clear
Still young black queer
Tryna keep it pimping but it's hard out here
Hook:
Blues in my city
Theres Blues in my city
Rap songs came long from Mississippi
Theres blues in my city
Play the Blues for my city
Red and blue hues go zoom in my city
Theres blues in my city
Blues in my city
Purple hearts don't boom in my city
Theres blues in my city play the blues for my city
City segregated but the bullets not picky
Verse 3:
The blue colors of the stripes
Represent the color of the tears from the eyes
River filled with cries
Crocodile tears up from the Mississippi
Blue wounds Blood suck us like a hickey
Quick childhood lil mouse not Mickey
No smiley boyz in the hood not Ricky
Best bet keep it smooth if you not gritty
Segregated city but the bullets not picky
Pit bulls no leasches just wait to hear sick em
Mind quick like Mensa you a Vic or a victim
He said we only kill blacks don't that sound like a system
He said but blacks kill blacks yeah that's he symptom
Enslaved we for free labor yeah that's a prison
Beat or a flatline yeah that's the rhythm
Tryna keep a good nigga down yeah that's tradition
Tryna fly from Jim crow got damn thats a mission
Goddamn we the victims