Way Down feat. Ben Weaver
Boozoo Bajou Lyrics

Bad day shadows my flow.
The difficulties of life have affected my mood and energy.

Troubles of this world
This world is full of problems and difficulties.

A hard path to my door.
Life has been challenging and difficult for me lately.

Walking through the streets
I am moving through the city on foot.

Tail lights bleeding all over my feet.
The lights of passing cars are casting red shadows on the ground and my shoes.

Wind like a rusted razor cuttin' lines in my face this deep
The harsh wind is cutting lines on my face like a rusty blade.

I see a reborn ghost. And every passing glance
I sense a renewed presence of a ghost, and I feel it with every look I take.

Some things can't be held no matter how firm your grasp.
Certain things cannot be controlled or contained no matter how hard you try.

You'll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul.
True faith cannot be found in someone who has never experienced struggle or hardship.

You'll never find religion in a bottom of a bucket with a big ole' hole.
Religion cannot be found in places of emptiness or futility.

Clogged arteries,
The veins and arteries of society are blocked, preventing progress and change.

This world keeps time with no beating heart.
The world operates mechanically, devoid of human emotion or feeling.

I see it everywhere I go brother how it tears us all apart.
The brokenness of society is evident in every corner and it affects everyone.

There's less space in each of our souls than on a Manhattan subway car at rush hour.
Our spirits are crowded and sardined in, like commuters during a packed rush hour.

If you wanna buy back a little mercy you better first look at the price you gotta pay.
If you want peace or forgiveness, you must be willing to pay the price or make sacrifices.

Missed her so much that you been sleeping in her shoes.
The absence of a loved one can drive someone to desperate measures.

You ain't got the blues brother, cause it's the blues that got you.
Sorrow and pain have consumed you, they are a part of who you are, rather than something you simply feel.

Jack of diamonds buried deep up my longest sleeve.
I have a concealed weapon, a last-ditch effort for protection.

Through the rain and ghetto cross the rotting concrete.
I am traveling through the city despite the harsh environment and decaying infrastructure.

I go there to find my people, say a prayer upon their sins.
I seek out others who share my experiences and offer prayers for their struggles.

The virgin Mary, she got a supple bosom and fresh ink in her skin.
Even religious icons have physical qualities and can be subject to change or interpretation.

Alone in the crowd here,
Despite being surrounded by others, I feel a sense of isolation and loneliness.

Across your forehead fallin like a dark ribbon in a highway opening up.
A feeling of darkness or sorrow is manifesting itself physically on your forehead like a ribbon.

Swinging a hammer in society's dark chaingang.
We are all prisoners in society, forced to work and struggle under a system of oppression.

I coulda sworn i hear somebody say.
I think I heard someone speak, but I am unsure.

You'll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul.
True faith cannot be found in someone who has never experienced struggle or hardship.

I said you ain't never gonna find religion
I repeat, true faith cannot be found.

Unless you got a bucket with a big fat hole.
Religion cannot be found in places of emptiness or futility.

Never find religion, not in a perfectly clean soul
Once again, faith cannot be found in someone who has never faced hardships or challenges.