The blue-black-blues,
The inner-city blues—
Just can't get the concept.
Going around the block
At least a hundred and fifty times.
What I learned is impossible to explain,
But I found the blue-black-blues,
The inner-city blues.
Going around these corners,
Grasping no meaning,
I visit the same corner each and every day.
Trap, very trap.
I had blindfolds on my eyes.
Is it the blue-black-blues,
The inner-city blues,
That I want to leave?
But you know the blue black blues,
The inner-city blues,
Have me stuck on this corner.
Trap!
Blue-black-blues,
The scenario and concept describe why
I discovered the way around the corners,
Yet still trapped with the the blue-black-blues,
The inner-city-blues—
Just trapped!