Artist: Emanon Album: On Another Level Song: Blind Individuals Typed by: elijahb80@yahoo.com Blind individuals Running from dark shadows and emotional gallows Trying to protect the nape, but can't escape Four walls and borders corner around to trap the weak Incoherent and superficial thoughts they see Inhuman entities keep them locked at the knees Evil hearted attempts to demolish families To oneself be true, I put myself before all else And all else before those who wanna take my wealth Not currency, but currently events promote the wisdom Organized education makes me book wise and street dumb Passage to black, twelve steps to heal the broken hearted If ignorance is bliss I guess I'd rather be retarded Entice me; make me believe that knowledge is the key Because so far, I've seen it unlock doors to misery People with inhibited optics can't see the naked truth Blind faith must begin as you For blind individuals When is it gonna stop Selling' your soul to increase bank roll [Chorus x3] Blind individuals When is it gonna stop Selling' your soul to increase bank roll I make it painfully clear, tell me the truth or tell me nothing Don't tell me sweet little lies My eyes will see right through your bluffing How the black is extra-ordinary, a phenomenon to professors They'll ruin your life, giving you mad work and pressures With lectures that lead to nowhere for life You struggle and fight, because you paid to be taught By people with no sight I'm quite the individual with witty conversation To get inside my thoughts you must go through administrations A positive mind state creates the best of situations For future reference, your spirit's inspired limitations My philosophical approach to psychological occurrence Will keep you protected with god-like endurance I walk the world when I came And speak in paradigms Responding' on sight to individuals that's blind And when they find sight Yo, they will soon see The true giver of life is Aloe B For blind individuals When is it gonna stop Selling' your soul to increase bank roll [Chorus] If keeping' it real means packing steel and getting' high I'll be the fakest kid on earth, no lie So I don't puff the magic dragon, nor smoke the ganja tree Take no more hits of verbal bliss to make my eyes r.e.d Plus you weighted, rapid fire movies to the closed minded Combined with the three dimensional sight Find that you're blinded Try to doubt your heritage You say you live on, you wrong The true social board is not strong Never will the vision impaired understand reality Imitation situations offer produce and fatality My mentality is strictly utilizing my thought procession To make heathen is evil makers go to confession And spill they guts and intestines All about the fall from grace They can no longer recognize my face For they are blind individuals Those who cannot see will not see [Chorus] But I keep my eyes on the earth Without blinking