Blood in the Sink - Foreign Beggars, Kojey Radical, Bangzy

Tell me who do you turn to

When you’ve lost your direction

Made a mind into weapon

Build the house on the stone

All the home are designed

Lemon seeds in the soil

Blood on the leaves

I see blood in the sink

And them bluff on the news

Migrant workers scared of migrant workers

Oh, lord, what have we come to

Tell me who do you see?

Looking at the man in the mirror when it’s crunch time

And this sick life hit a brother with a punchline

And you can’t quite see the picture

Can you stand and deliver?

Feeling you’ve been sold down the river

Feel it in you soul and you shiver, and the shit cuts deep

Digging in your bones in the winter

Written in these poems, you consider

Can we show who we be?

(Show who we be)

When the chips down, gotta stand up

When it’s only round one and you’re bleeding

Weight of a ton and you’re breathing

All you gotta do is cry freedom

Boy you got that

Try screaming from the pits of your being, I need 'em

Back in my cage, rattling that which you chase

'Til you stand in this place

Tell me who do you turn to

When you’ve lost your direction

Made a mind into weapon

Build the house on the stone

All the home are designed

Lemon seeds in the soil

Blood on the leaves

I see blood in the sink

And them bluff on the news

Migrant workers scared of migrant workers

Oh, lord, what have we come to

Yeah, I spent a lot of time running

Front line, I was always top gunning (Top gun)

Top but I spent a lot of time fronting

Be invisible, can’t nobody touch him

Ain’t nobody fucking with the dog, that’s a problem

Ain’t nobody figure there’s a problem (That's a problem)

Everybody always want a little something

Might as well put my body in a ()

I been trying to understand my role

What’s the bigger picture for my soul?

(What's your purpose?)

Lately I been thinking I could go (Go and jump then)

But then I start to think about my folks

Ain’t everybody given situations with a gift (Yeah)

Alleviate pain with your vision and the scripts

Set aside yourself for a minute, get a grip

Ain’t anybody ever gave a fuck about a bitch

Tell me who do you turn to

When you’ve lost your direction

Made a mind into weapon

Build the house on the stone

All the home are designed

Lemon seeds in the soil

Blood on the leaves

I see blood in the sink

And them bluff on the news

Migrant workers scared of migrant workers

Oh, lord, what have we come to

I know denial is bad for my health

Embrace the chaos and learn it yourself

I can’t expire and sit on the shelf

I have a goal and a story to tell

Hope they don’t hate it, no fear in my tone

All of you see me when I’m in my zone

You are my people but I stand alone

I must be first on me