Lyrics of 'Blind Eyes (The Good American) (feat. Swoope)' by Christon Gray

[Christon Gray]
Blood in the streets
We turn blind eyes
Is it murder
If we watch them die?
Blood on our hands
And we don't care why
We turn blind eyes
Till we in the fire

[Swoope]
Abandoned, layin' half dead in the road
And really, I don't know if I'mma make it
I'm stranded, the masked man took my clothes
And that hatred is what left me naked
I was mindin' my own
Until the heisters came and swiped what I own
Not right, got left to die on my own
Dark night and the blood I lie in's my own
Bruised ribs and a black eye
Swoll shut, but I still see my life flash by
Geeked, cause I think I seen a priest on the bypass
But he leaped to the other street and passed by
Then a Levite did similiar
And honestly I don't really know what hurt more
The thief guys tryna stick me up
Or getting ignored by the church folk
I know they seen me in their vision, but for intervention
They too busy with agendas and religion
Is it pride, racism, or arrogance
That lets me die, waitin' for a good samaritan?

[Christon Gray]
Blood in the streets
We turn blind eyes
Is it murder
If we watch them die?
Blood on our hands
And we don't care why
We turn blind eyes
Till we in the fire

[Swoope]
I'm lying if I tell you that I can't see
You dying, just as long as it ain't me
Sex trade, little girls getting slaughtered
Long as it ain't my little girl, I ain't bothered
Wall Street gettin' occupied
Who cares? Call me when somebody dies
The hurricane took your power, my God
Hold that thought, I gotta charge my iPod
Rwanda got that genocide
But I got that new Honda with the tint inside
9/11, we can hold hands
9/12, I don't know, man
Picket fences keep me caged up
An animal, unaware that I'm enslaved cause
I can't even fathom the thought of my neighbor
Askin' me for help, are you insane, bruh?
The blood, the murder, the carnage, we see it all
From afar, on our DVR's
Simply too busy to be involved
It ain't our problem unless it's an easy solve
The hands and feet of Christ, is it lies?
Or do our busy lives tell us not to sympathize?
The social ills of the world should make us sick inside
The big supply of evil should not desensitize
If they hungry and we don't feed 'em
Closet full of clothes, when the coat need 'em
What we do for the least of
We do the same thing to Jesus
I know you see Him in your vision, but for intervention
You too busy with your agendas and religion
Is it pride, racism, or arrogance
That let's em' die waitin' for a good American?

[Christon Gray]
Star-spangled or blood-stained
Beautiful America, which banner gets unclaimed?
The untrained eye is blind without love
We seein' it now, but never the outcome
Murder she wrote, cause we ain't give her the savior
Naw, first we elope, then treat her like she a stranger, yeah
How we do both, with our selfish behavior?
He said if you love Me, though, love your neighbor, Lord help us
Why are you afraid of their faces?
They were reaching out, but you won't take it, no
They ain't gone too soon, so are you happy?
Cause if you don't love them, then you don't love Me
No-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-oh-oh-oh-oh
Cause if you don't love them, then you don't love Me
No-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Swoope]
Blood in the streets
We turn blind eyes
Is it murder
If we watch them die?
Blood on our hands
And we don't care why
We turn blind eyes
Till we in the fire