Unseen from Intransit by Red Martina

Twelve twenty at night
Sing this song
Sing it bright
And if it doesn’t change
Mocking bird
Say the name
Fry it up and serve it hot
Find out that its overwrought
What Peace will we find?

I know we need somebody
But we wont break free
Start something to end nothing
Truth is it’s unseen
Trying to please another
But they aint listening
Wash your hands of the trouble
That’s not my meaning

twenty four years ago
born a fool
now you know
so here we are tonight
fool again
it aint right

fry it up and serve it hot
find out that its never wrought
what peace will we find?

I know we need somebody
But we wont break free
Start something to end nothing
Truth is it’s unseen
Trying to please another
But they aint listening
Wash your hands of the trouble
That’s not my meaning

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• downtempo
• trip hop
• Philadelphia