BLEDJON

Lyrics

See rap to me is more than rhyming to a beat.
It’s what I breathe, what I live, what I smell, what I eat.
I beat my chest until words come out the vest.
Stressed is an understatement, I’m blatantly depressed.
I never rest on my head even when I slept on the bed.
My hearts heavy from the weight that I carry from the dead;
I’m Bled, now you get it? I spit it, now you hear it?
Deeper than you ears hitting your spiritual limit;
This ain’t a gimmick or a game and I ain’t in it for the fame.
I put Bled in front of Jon for those gone before my name.
It’s a shame, they couldn’t see me spitting on t.v.
Vanished from the earth, but danggit can you free me?
Young dudes want to be me; streets say that they need me.
I don’t even want my son to be like me, believe me.
My heart is a little below the opposite of ceiling;
Trying to real it back to save my innermost feelings.

Chorus
It’s hard to express my mind
Scarred through the depths of time
I try to reflect on life
But start to accept I’m dying

So many tears evaporated from my cheekbones.
Spitting truth in the booth and the street; SPEAK JON!
I’m developing an alcohol addiction.
It’s insane how I’m sane the words of pain never written.
Listen, I’m missing the little man in her belly.
So many gory stories, but that one I didn’t tell you.
With all due respect, I’d rather keep it to myself.
It’s taking a toll, the English of olde is on the shelf.
Seen wealth fade like the jeans in the 80’s.
Now, if you’re trying to play me its “F you, pay me!”
Solitary’s the only way I’m speaking of the baby.
Even then maybe, you might have to slay me.
It’s crazy! I can feel my heart shattering when it’s rattling.
Don’t indulge in battles, ‘cause there’s too much that I’m saddling.
Talent is a tool that I’m proving that I’m using.
Most of ya’ll abuse it. Then wonder why you lose it

Chorus
It’s hard to express my mind
Scarred through the depth of time
I try to reflect on life
But start to accept I’m dying

The first woman that I loved past me over for a thug;
The next woman tricked me seen my dickies want to touch.
So, we crushed and didn’t use a glove what a rush.
Yeah, she was the only one that I trust what the F…
(Ugh!) I’m a mess and it’s hard to express:
My heart through art without it falling out my chest.
Blessed with a bittersweet gift and it’s killing me,
Agathokakological tremoring tranquility.
I’m spilling me and its chilling my senses.
I really I bled Jon or don’t you get what I mentioned?
I’m fencing with feelings till frankly they’re fenced in.
Ditching the discussion by dismissing my diction.
Crying is cathartic when coughing confessions,
But basically beblubbered beyond my own breath.
An actual articulate acquittal affection,
But It’s hard to express you know what else?…


Chorus
It’s hard to express my mind
Scarred through the depth of time
I try to reflect on life
But start to accept I’m dying

BledJon