When I sing
it says everything in those broken notes
my screaming bass-strings split your earring hearing vessel
my fuse is the blues over muddy waters
my Guru man catching rain water in a boiling pot
and everybody still talkin' bout Trump on a Moped
I just wanna lay a pillow on my own bed
those broken notes sing the blues
and my screaming bass-strings just split
your 2 flapjacks into 4 and 3 fried eggs
as this bumpy road winds all around
my deep southern roots...what? I said I blues sometimes
uh uhn uh unh uh unah uhn uh
yea that deep southern is Detroit roots baby
it says everything in those broken notes
when I sing
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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