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Song Of Blood

๐Ÿ‘ค Poet & The Roots โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Long Versions - Reggae - CD3 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 6:27
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โฑ๏ธ 6:27 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

I trod the day all the way
And ride the night, clutching sight
Move in sway, searching light
There's a glow on the hill way over yonder
There's the blast of the guns down below

I screw the sun just for fun
I paint the moon blue, spiritually true
Mystical is fun, perpetually new
There are robbers in the gullies on the streets
There are wicked men sitting in the seats of judgment

I check the stars and all the scars
That the wound unheal, the dread I feel
The dread I star, the dark I see
There's a sign in the flash that slashes the night
There's the sound of the drums pounding blood gushing down

I hurt the pain again and again
Hold the sting and make it sing
And make it pain and make it ring
There are sufferers with guns moving breeze through the trees
There are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets

I trod the day (I trod the day) all the way (all the way)
And ride the night (and ride the night)
Clutching sight (clutching sight)
Move in sway (move in sway) searching light (searching light)
There's a glow on the hill way over yonder
There's the blast of the guns down below

I screw the sun (I screw the sun) just for fun (just for fun)
I paint the moon blue (I paint the moon
Blue) spiritually true (spiritually true)
Mystical is fun (mystical is fun) perpetually new (perpetually new)
There are robbers in the gullies on the streets
There are wicked men sitting in the seats of judgment

I check the stars (I check the stars)
And all the scars (and all the scars)
That the wound unheal (that the wound unheal)
The dread I feel (the dread I feel)
The dread I star (the dread I star) the dark I see (the dark I see)
There's a sign in the flash that slashes the night
There's the sound of the drums pounding blood gushing down

I hurt the pain (I hurt the pain) again and again (again and again)
Hold the sting (I hold the sting) and make it sing (and make it sing)
And make it pain (and make it pain)
And make it ring (and make it ring)
There are sufferers with guns moving breeze through the trees
There are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets

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