This is a song about "Got the blues"

But c-can't look up in that mirror

The foes, they got bitter,

Almost cried right on the spot

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Playing my blues, while the hypocrites debatin' my views,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Got the genes of a fiend

No longer with us; he's deceased

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Got the lyrical intent

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Now look at the life uve got.

Ever since then i had no job

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose