2003-12-18 - 12:30 a.m.
Brandon's Blues
The day is sort of melancholy, And the weather is bitter and cold. Even with the sun breaking over the horizon, everything just seems dirty and old. My heart is sinking low, and there's no reason why. It's just Brandon's blues.
Your blues ain't like Brandon's, Because his brings the clouds. Your blues don't drown the world, it can't stop dead this rambunctious crowd. They dont hang over just one head. These aint no regular blues.
These blues are tried and true, And hes carried them everywhere. From city to town, These blues will follow you there. These aint no normal blues, you can just give away. They always come back.
Brandon's blues come from being Black, and thats not the only part. His blues come from being big, and they ain't just talking about the size of his heart. These are the blues that his momma had too. Hand me down blues are real.
Brandon's blues come from being alone, in a crowded room of many. No matter the lovers filling his home, and he;s had a plenty. But in the morning they leave behind, a heartache hes accustomed to. Low down dirty blues.
--The Notorious BDH
