[Intro] This is the ballad of the blind man His eyes cant see what his mind can The right plan to by pass The fears that keep his feet cemented Unable to continue on with the feat presented He feels hes falling and theres no way to go up Or none that he knows of, so he proceeds on slower In hopes that time can catch up with this loner Expecting his dance with life to soon be over They tell him to keep a positive mind Despite the negativity in his life Easier said than done but harder if never tried Holding back tears that hell never cry [Verse] Totin on the blunt with his hand on the liquor Two thousand words couldnt paint this picture His pains like a luger, his mind is the trigger Sippin on the cup, scribblin a scripture Two drinks away before stupidity delivers His hearts singing foreign, his thoughts tell him give up Thinking of a life, where he can stand the mirror Reflecting the inner figure His hearts like a saint, his mind is the sinner No one there to listen, to cries and pleads Struggle is the flame to ignite his dreams Better alone than in bad company Finally The blind man sees
scribblin, mind, pleads, cemented, totin