JK - Jk,m

Song Rating: 8.11/10

Song lyrics:

Im the creepy guy in the trench coat following you
The homeless guy on the side of the freeway bothering you
I tried to signal, but you didnt pay me no mind
Now i call like a bill collector til you pay me on time
….Ive got the sk** to describe your morphogenetic field
And yet and still go back to the math for a better thrill
We took all of our collective forces and unified it
You read the bible, and that isnt even pseudoscience
You think im afraid of Islam like im shook nervous
Ill torch a quran with my lyrics f** a book burning
These blacks accept the religion of the slave master...
But they wouldnt accept it if you were a gay rapper
Why is it when we want to move forward we face backwards
Our communitys sick, religion the main factor
You have such a problem with gays and transs**uals
What if I told you that we are a trans-intellectuals
Youd probably flip, deny that youre a member
Call for those who think like me, to be dismembered
….something you picked up from a former era
Spreading religious love in the form of terror
Pipe down
Pick up a book right now
Of an opposing view you might find out
...everything aint you what you thought it was
There are no others everyones apart of us


(Chorus)
Theres just an illusion of something different
The very reason they keep telling you somethings missing
But whatever it IS you wont get from one religion
I hate to break it to you, get your coat summers ending...

Theres just an illusion of something different
The very reason they keep telling you somethings missing
But whatever it IS you wont get from one decision
I hate to break it to you, get your coat summers ending...








Theres only so many legal moves
When youve seen the rules
You wonder how they have so many people fooled
I never thought when I was young in cla**
That I would be scribbling in chalk on the walls of the underpa**
Some might ask, howd did happen howd you get there?
Most people think that im yappin when I sit there
And just stare
At traffic rappin just to get their
Half a second of attention span as they spend years
Rentable, to the highest bidder in a bidding war
Disappear from 9-5 then act like Im invisible
Pitiful, wanna be pimps players and centerfolds
In it for the cash and status and yet their miserable
...im not homeless im just off the grid
Be happy if i was on it id be offn kids
I think the problem is, β€œwe” aint being honest
Id rather live like sh** then to pay for shadow conflicts
We aint broke its the system that is broken
This->is a modern day plantation and you know it
Manufactured patriotism
Makes asking questions about secretive initiatives
Just as dangerous as seals on a secretive mission
Secret prisons people still in
Even paranoid transients see the villains
Sure I hear voices, telling me inhale the weed and always peer forward
Wandering this scorched earth
....just looking to score something to eat
Get out of the rain, a blanket and somewhere to sleep
...wondering if this alley and box is going to pan out
All you see is another grown man with his hand out
...nothing to my name except for some books
While the cops watch everybody except for the crooks
...and the people left on the hook, be like β€œho-hum”
Plus they get to pay for it too. This is so dumb
A balancing act with peace as the fulcrum
But what would I actually know? Im just some smelly old bum
Diggin through old crates feeding on bread crumbs
Just another mothers broken son whos heads gone
........fumbling a basket mumbling some racket
Under that bridge, where a normal man becomes a savage
One mans peace is anothers madness
You keep the illusion, ill just settle for a jacket

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 16:00