Mental Blocks - 3 Colours Red

I’ve been thinking about this wasted time

Straight to middle age, I’m last in line

So I drug myself to get some more peace

'Cause you turn it like it’s my last leaf

It don’t feel right, don’t taste right

Living in mental blocks

This is the concrete nation

Don’t fuck with our sedation, we’re alive

So I walk into another room

And sister pain is with me too

Out tongues are anaconda twist

'Cause we’re holding out for what we missed

It don’t feel right, don’t taste right

Living in mental blocks

This is the concrete nation

Don’t fuck with our sedation, we’re alive

It don’t feel right, don’t taste right

Living in mental blocks

This is the concrete nation

Don’t fuck with our sedation

Our sedation, our sedation