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

Blood in the Sink

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