Baby Blues Video (MV)

I spent a long time finding my voice
And in my searches, I was nervous I was guided by choice
The problem was poised, my conscience was void
Of any care or admiration for the flip of a coin
My vision had shifted from that of a boy
To the next phase of life, the strife that had ripped through the loins
Of everything that I had known and believed to be true
Was see through, the means that I needed to be who
Huh... "Be who" was the question I was pressed with
The precipice I left was the message of a death wish
A peasant with a present in the presence of a dead script
Eleven month slumber, under covers with a with a red slit
A razor slice was enticing as a Tyson fight
The type of hype writing, more exciting than a lightning strike
With vibrant light, fire burning surging through a passing life
The laughter of a battered man is echoed in a maddest nights, like

And there's the moments when I
Can't cope with the emotion
Or the motions that are placed within my line of focus
An open ocean full of frozen feelings is my opus
Leaving my beliefs within the sea that I so can find the motives
Behind the curtain is the the final call
And my applaud by the audience is quite appalling. Call it charming
I'm often falling victim to an unwritten
Set of varying missions that are set off by the alcohol
And I doubt that ya'll
Could ever fully understand a man that has been tattered the mental scars
Handling a deck of cards without the queens or any hearts
A joker torn in half and the aces wait to get involved
A 32 pick up with a 38 special
Could mean a pearly gate date with a taste of metal
Shall I awake or never become faced to settle
With the pressure, sever any pain and paint the barrel