Lyrics:
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
the way that I touched her soul
And its evident, that I'm far from the best and shit
But i know that I'm killing it
And I'm up in my element, feeling like
many times my memories are worn
Sometimes we’d travel right down the Green River/ To an abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill/ To where the air
It used to be that old John Wayne
Would fight the good fight once again,
Find the strength to bear the pain,
Stand up til he'd finally fall.
But now
on the mic and I'm doomin em
Operation: MC Intimidation
Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved
The masta John, large like a mastodon
In charge
Wish I had a button like reset
Reset all my sins
Drop to my knees and repent
Now my soul is cleansed
Dipped in the water like refresh
I might just
trees thousands of years old
So I keep pushing back
Until motherfuckers atone
For owning my fellow beings and muting their own souls
At our expense you're
True feelings and hurt
I got true feelings that hurt
I hide my true feelings when it hurts
Soul searching I am no longer the old person
They only stick
somewhere...
Words and music: john jack jr
2022 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
Each of these
Thank You Lord (Story of the Shunamite Woman)
(Andrae Crouch, Arr. by John Redmon)
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
I just want to thank
played with
I'm that type of nigga
If you ain't doing your old lady right
I snatch right from under your fucking nose
Make her feel like a natural grown
tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply
The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full of trash
But
I, woke up this morning got ready to roll
Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold
Applied long johns with Adidas not matching
I called up Jam
get to write
I started mine many years ago
Sitting at my old piano
Now a few years later
My piano's in a back room
Out by the garage
Still horribly out
Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad
We're bein' sucked up into the black hole
Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll
Unfold the scrolls
And Max Roach, cymbals socking
Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring the metaphysics of a jazz thing
John Coltrane, a man supreme
He was
the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my
I met a little girl sitting in the front
Pardon me miss for seeming quite so blunt
But your beauty and your presence
Just took me by surprise
Old Jeremiah was a wino,
who lived from day to day.
Still minding his own business,
on the day he passed away.
They found him by the pigsty,
with
the guts by a broken mast of a broke down sailin' ship
Well old Prince John, in his royal house coat, was a sucker for the shillin'
He'd just suck his thumb
And just leave the body there chillin
They hit us
We hit em
Them hollows cut right thru ya denim
Had an old soul
Since like 4
Heard my momma cryin in that
the image of God and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
Irritated with a common cold
I need thymine for my soul
I need Imani for my faith like the Seventh Principal
I need John Manuel
To keep that crown perked
See,
hanging from a branch from where her children once played
And I was walking with a gun and an old rusty razor blade
If John was there would you drown me in
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