Song: III (The Third)
Album: Breathing Without A Pulse
Artist: The Blend
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released December 6, 2011
Joe Sodd the third
Couldn’t get it out my head, or get it off my
chest, so I wrote it on my shirt
It’s kinda funny bein’ human nowadays,
I can feel the minutes swimmin’ relay races
through my veins, but
If death wants to flirt
She can find me at Sadies dancin’ with taxes
and every other common curse
I cut the grin, she drops the smirk
We save the talk ‘cos we both know she’s
crazy like a fox
And not worth a promise first if I can’t even
promise earth
That I’ll be back every time my shoes lift
off the dirt
Love your life and it’ll love you back… sure
I’ll hold to that as much as gravity’s just a
word
Because to learn how to fly, you gotta learn
how to fall
And if you can stick the landin’ then you can
fool’em all
Y’see the queens in recess never needed kings
or crowns
They could freeze tag a game of kickball
because they owned the crowd
I outran the herd and only slowed down to
walk my grandma to church
She tells me stories of family fire and
madness
I tell her keep it real, she tells me keep it
Irish Catholic
And it’s that quick between a woman’s Sunday
best
And I kid tryin’ to tame a Sunday mess
In urban warfare courtin’ cold stares
And crotch grabbin’ but it doesn’t mean
you’ve grown a pair
You’re only 1 in an equation of these avenues
active factors
Building with addition by subtraction
Kacklackin’ contraptions, slightly shy of
dien’ laughin’
Cryin’ and smiling; for the same moment
passin’
-
CHORUS
Excuse me while I close my eyes
Turn off the headlights and blow through this
stop sign
You wanna find out what’s meant to be
Well, let me show you how to let go of
everything
Excuse me while I close my eyes
Turn off the headlights and blow through this
stop sign
You wanna find out what’s meant to be
Well, let me show you how to let go of
everything
-
His gun shook like his confidence when he
told me hands up
While hip-hop was hand in hand with hip-hop
in handcuffs
By then I’d had enough and let the hammer
drop
Pulled the machine loose ‘cos Minneapolis or
not
This town can catch fire for all I care
So put your cigarette lighters and spray cans
in the air
This goes to those huffin’ happiness out the
zip loc
For the fallen bridges a governor couldn’t
lift up
This goes to those who’ve been to the bottom
of the bag
And’ve been back to take another drag
See I can spell addiction with four letters
I’ll show you how, but you’ll have to pour
another beverage
It gets worse just before the good weather
So, me laughin’ at the rain- that’s just for
good measure
Sometimes ya grin just to look clever
And that’s ok, ‘cos I only do it when I’m
outta leverage
Understand the circumstances won’t get
acceptance
So if there’s any last bullets and words- how
‘bout you send’em
See we can stare and grin and countdown the
seconds,
But even death in old westerns didn’t get a
moment’s preface
So, by the time ya gotta call the New
Avengers,
They’ll be shootin’ messages through the
messengers
You never expected it’d all come back to par
And the balance would return like the Hulk
from Sakaar
Well, I’m here. Listenin’ to the wind kiss
the trees
Sometimes mistook for sewage flowin’
underneath the streets
In a blink of this war, I could’ve swore for
sure
I saw Joe Sodd the Third bikin’ around the
corner
CHORUS
Hello Joseph, today the summer sun was
shinin’ bright
But somehow the city fell frozen
You can see the traffic weave and the
stoplights change colors
But for what if the earth stop movin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be
missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’…
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