The 7 Blues

[Intro: Melanin 9]
God bless
God bless Allah bless
7 blues
Where you at I've gone
Where you've been I've left
Utilise my experience to guide your step

[Chorus: Madame Pepper]
For the soul to feel
Push past the blood the bone the [?]

[Verse 1]
Pushbikes, knives and pistols
Burst pipes with slight dribbles
You see a trial in every white crystal
Reinforced walls and torn ceilings
Doors kicked off
Six cops raid as kids watch
Blow the hinge off
The crews Christian in the wheelchair slumped
Forever drunk
Watching the shotters making profit from punk
Never raised his kids
In the same blazer he wore in eighty-six
They craved his wisdom
Separation made it too late to miss him
Hand the tools out the shoebox
To fix the hole in the rooftop
Fahrenheit below seven
Snow settling
Soldiers coming home to coke and heroin
Suicidal scarred memoirs of old veterans
With piss-stained patches
Endless tablets placed in the mattress
Kids play chained to an estate passage
Till the wave captures
And the cycle bursts a newborn
The root of a black rose still grows in a bed of thorns

[Chorus: Madame Pepper]
For the soul to feel
Push past the blood the bone the [?]

[Verse 2: Melanin 9]
It's like the brain harbours the message the mind will imagine
Infinite matter to explore in celestial patterns
Once it's destroyed in the void from a devilish habit
He came home sniff slow
Now he's on a madness
Stumbled over his mum's ornament standing
Tobacco wraps and tablets in the prison bag
Placed with a pamphlet
Inside it said a prophet's risen and the clock is ticking
Embrace the cross of a Christian
To be saved is his proposition
Cops whistling and wave when they drove by
Reminiscing that time they smacked his head off a road sign
Caught with a cold line
Bust doors when he heard talks of bruddas holding a gold mine
Point parallel to where they hold nines
Sticking mans and sniffing grams
Description of a prophet
Appears as a silhouette in this logic
Used to watch his brother cop bricks and fuck noshes in the top lift
Screams echo in the stairs
Two cups of Smirnoff wipe the stain off your beer
Pops used to grab your mother throw her down the stairs
Several drunk spots in the south regions
To grow crops in a drought season
You bow to heathens with prolific names
Gangster who played in sadistic games
Some snitch got stripped got stripped of their name
A spirit came to his mum on the night he was killed
Something ain't right she can feel
Like the steel he was blown with
Hands shaking as she tries to phone him
A seismic myriad of emotion
Like the unremitting vigorous wave in the ocean
I watched him in the grave never late with his face swollen
Bullets exchanged with a slave in the frame of an omen
My page is soaked in the tears of disconsolate empress
Ease the sons face back on the coffins headrest
After she sealed it with a mark for now we part
As six [?] carried his dead flesh across the graveyard

[Chorus: Madame Pepper]
For the soul to feel
Push past the blood the bone the [?]

[Outro: Melanin 9]
Yeah Seven blues for the soul
Pain runs deep
Dedicated to Miss Richmond
Who lost her son February 7th 2011
Dedicated to Miss Robinson
Who lost her son May 4th 2011
Blues for the soul it's deep
[?] don't understand [?]
To uprise uplift
Hey Zeus