愛してたと嘆くには
あまりにも時は過ぎてしまった
まだ心のほころびを
癒せぬまま 風が吹いてる

ひとつの目で明日を見て
ひとつの目で昨日を見つめてる
君の愛の揺りかごで
もう一度 安らかに眠れたら

乾いた瞳で誰か泣いてくれ

THE REAL FOLK BLUES
本当の悲しみが知りたいだけ
泥の河に浸かった人生も悪くはない
一度きりで 終わるなら

希望に満ちた絶望と
罠が仕掛けられてるこのチャンス
何がよくて悪いのか
コインの表と裏みたいだ

どれだけ生きれば いやされるのだろう

THE REAL FOLK BLUES
(Saxophone intensifies)

[Spoken Interlude: Beau Billingslea]
Yo, Jet Black here
I'm a bounty hunter, but I was a cop
For a good amount, I'll get the drop on bad guys
Don't be surprised when your fate rests on a fingertip
Time stops, love is lost
Pack your grip enjoying my ship: the Bebop

[Rap 1: Substantial]
It’s a hard, cold world but even colder without ya’
Looking for kind eyes in every single encounter
Cuttin' thru hard stares, guard my hope from the doubters
Memories start to fade, sweet dreams begin to sour
Wind smothers my windows, flame hard to rekindle
World crumble around me begging God for a signal
Life is never that simple, lies dismantle temples
The pain that left me crippled refined me like a chisel
You find me in the middle of war and peace
Just trying to ease my mental exploring beats
Real rhymes for real times, “Sweetest Gift” like Sade
And my name mean it’s a classic like Watanabe
Never that hard to find me, a rider for the people
"Do-or-dier", Suitland sire born to rise above the evil
Walk through fire if I need to, to get to higher ground
I am down for the fight of life ‘til the final round
[Rap 2: Mega Ran]
This is for my real folks, who never wanted to deal dope
Seen the world at its darkest and bleakest and still hope
Know that kindness ain’t a weakness but a sign of our uniqueness
As hard as you work to get it, that’s how hard you work to keep it
Not a secret, I just rap to offset my set backs
Tryna get the bounty like I’m Jet Black
So, respect that qualifier like I’m Mike Eagle
Repping for my people, leave the mic smoking like I’m Spike Spiegel
They say business and pleasure don’t mix
But when I’m with my real folks there ain’t no need to code switch
When I’m feeling hopeless, my folks keep me focused
Faye with the Austria .45, I don’t miss
My heart it gets torn in two
When I see what this world has now morphed into
But no matter what it is we gone get through
Kicking off the blues, and taking off like the Swordfish II

[Rap 3: Red Rapper]
I'm not a saint or sinner, my days are my winters
My dreams are my picture, my breakfast is dinner
My gun is my mirror, my friends are my villains
I come from the village, where love is your killer
Where love get you killed if, you know when you feel it
Your losses are Vicious
Turn all my shooting stars to an asteroid
You use your eyes too much I flow with no focal point
You overthink almost every choice, and you die quick
You never risk what you got then you never find shit
Never do what I'm told, bravery isn't bold
People die who were right about everything that they know
But their finger was slow, you do what your sold
I go where I go, whatever happens, happens
I see one eye through the past and I keep one back in the present
I used to bask at the ending and now I'm asking the questions
Grasping my weapon, on top of my exit
I kill me the dragon, I'm back on the steps at the gate
They waiting for me, lemme carry the weight
[Outro: Steve Blum]
BANG
See you, space cowboy!