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Track: Bloody Poetry
Artist: Grieves
Album: Together/Apart

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Name: Grieves
Spotify Genres: underground hip hop
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Born in Chicago, Illinois, on February 23, 1984, Benjamin Laub—professionally known as Grieves—was exposed from an early age to a wide range of musical traditions, largely through his father's involvement in the city's jazz and blues scene. After relocating to Fort Collins, Colorado, and later to Seattle at the age of nineteen, Laub continued to expand his musical influences, incorporating elements of punk rock before becoming deeply immersed in hip hop as both an artistic and cultural discipline.

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Release: Grieves - Together/Apart
Year: 2011
Genres: Hip Hop, Rock
Styles: Conscious, Pop Rap

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LYRICS

I guess it started when the lights went out
And everybody started running round in circles tryin' to figure it out
I could feel it
Wedged in my ribs it felt freezin'
As my cold air blew out
Dance through the evening, paranormal
Slowly being called to the green
Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, observe
Hails from the other side of the curb
Hold the concrete notepad
Scribble down my words in the limelight
This is what it's like to bleed ink
Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
Make it beautiful and make it look like love
Make it hang from the heavens
Make it break my trust
Make it real, make it dangerous
Make it out of the rust and make it passionate and impossible to touch
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us.

[Hook:]
You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses [?]

I've spoke a whisper in the dark one night
Watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
It seemed natural especially watching it's last breathe like poetry
Watch as it clung to it's own chest with a smile
Made out of broken pieces of tile
You can see the thoughts running, chase em around for miles
If you want it, people say that old road is haunted
If you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it
You believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
Then you process automatically, think that you feel it
And automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it
Is standing outside, playing cards in the rain
You will never beat the game it plays
You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us.

[Hook]