blues

Aint Nobody's fault but mine
Aint Nobody's fault but mine
If I die, and my soul is lost
Oh that aint nobody fault but mine

I got a Bible in my home
but god he done left me all alone
If I die and my soul get lost
Ohhh, that aint nobody fault but mine.

I got these cuffs around my hands.
I got these cuffs around my feet.
And they takin me, to penitentary
Oh and it aint nobody's fault but mine

Lord, Lord, lord
Nobody's fault but mine
Oh, nobodys fault but mine
Sureley I die, before I do my time
But it aint nobodys fault but mine.

I got a Bible in my house
Sureley god wont leave me, in my worst hour
But Im head'n on a bus
about 50 of us
And it aint nobodys fault but mine.

Mama she taught me to be strong.
Daddy taught me to carry on.
But now they gone, and Im on my own
And it aint nobody fault but mine.

And I got a room that got a bed.
I got a hard place , to rest my head.
I went to a place, yeah they call it upstate.
and it Aint nobodys fault but mine.

I said Lord, Aint nobodys fault but mine.
It Aint nobodys fault, but mine,
Oh, If I die, and my soul is lost.
Oh that aint nobodys fault but mine.


Blind willie johnson and plenty of others sang this and everbody change the words to fit their own song, i took my turn at it

 

listen mama don't you stress too much. so i hear that "they" say once you think you hit your rock bottom it only keeps gettins 10x worse before any of it getts better and the sun starts to shine again but still "they" say that we'll all find that way from the down and dropout to the top of the tree tops (to ewoks that pump reeboks) and so will you when you make it/made it through the worst and the lowest lows you think you can never endure the first time, the third time, the ninth time, and all the times that keep on comin.. just keep your chin up like you always gots to. them "they" people certainly do talk alot.

and you'll never ever worry cause you know u got us telephone tuffguys/g'd up guido's/internet assassins;half-cocked pitbull's mixed with half-fallen guardian angels, the fully-loaded faded fellas callin themselves the bluelight boys watchin' your back and sitting in grampa's rickity old rolls royce rocking chair posted up next to the blind's-down-n-halfway-opened-window with the sawed-off, newport cartons, a laptop (w/ the lounge open, trollin') and that +9 stamina magically self-refilling crack pipe to light up all but the darkest nights like ghetto streetlights to keep away even the dopemen's boogiemans and watch over u with the porch monkey surveillance while your noddin' in the cuddle puddles and feelin the lolove wat?

then again, it aint nobody's fault but mine and i'm higher then a madafaka typing this and i don't even know what it says (and can't be fucked to go back and read it either) haha. disregard that, this post sucks cocks. saveyour out, (fade to black;the wesley snipes color of it)