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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JK-47
JK-47
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Peter Paulson
Jacob Peter Paulson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Orient
Jay Orient
Producer

Lyrics

Now, we don't need no pat on our backs
We ain't satisfied with that shit
They said that they genuine
But men are straight-up catfish
'Cause my people are dyin'
Much quicker than the average
Ever understand the tragic habits of these black kids?
Would've been straight if them colonies never come along
And we don't need nobody tellin' us we done it wrong
They starin' too long when they look at me with utter disgust
But it ain't me, believe, society been fuckin' this up
Father beat me, so I'd rather be out runnin' 'em up
Than be at school, or at home, wasn't nothin' to love
Fourteen years old, drinkin' and smokin' the buds
Doin' what my daddy did, drunk, I found at the pub
Uh-huh, but look, that dumb is what I'm used to
And all that shit that's on the news wasn't new to us
They done pay dues to us, I don't watch morning shows
'Cause they don't know what it's like when you pawn this, broke
This government's a joke, I ain't really listenin'
Everything they talkin' belong in the pot I'm pissin' in
A fair argument, never in a million
They took over this land just to tell me what a Christian is
Hand a cord, I bet that they don't even know themselves
To cut me off, and then tell me places to go for help
I was gettin' high at times when I was low, 'cause hell
I don't know who's on my side, I don't even know myself
And the road gets cold, when you know you gotta go yourself
Had the sense, but you left it back home on your shelf
What I tell ain't no story, it's reality
They ruinin' our land just for their money, and it's sad to see
All the hate and all the greed in these people
I cannot believe in the evil in people
How we gonna find a time to teach all these people?
What my brothers gotta do to be equal as people?
I don't trust governors, they ain't even the people
They ain't even livin' through the shit that we livin' through
Got a nice place, fire-place up in that livin' room
Disgracin' my race to my face and now I'm in my mood
I feel the parts hit us hard enough to feel the bruise
This obsession for a dollar's gonna kill a few
So learn your lesson, walk in love, what you need to do
You put your own race above another
But we all human
Time is up, bein' patient, end o' case
It's a race, now, to make sure that we straight
'Cause the world's gettin' cold
People need the light
So, I come with that fire every time I rock a mic
Hit a vibe wit' the flock
I work that shit forever, but if I'ma get it right
I better get my shit together, so I put in the effort
Get the cash and then stretch another half-steppin' brotha
I'll make sure they get the message
And leave these haters guessin'
They never know what I'm 'bout to go and do, bruh
But trust, I'm bussing out, I've got this covered like I do know
And the way that I maneuver, it's super
So, tell these rappers, suit up
'Cause I'm in it for way more than the moolah
I want that type of shit that maintain your brain like Medula
Oblongata, rather be smarter than pick a tool up
Targetin' the bastards, always tryin' to confuse us
Wanna take away our pathways? I'm about to start a new one
Can't talk, 'bout to blast off, three, two, one
Everyone in front better make way or move up
Rememberin' the days dad sayin' I'm a loser
Now I'm usin' every minute that I got, can't lose one
This is for the ones who've been abused, feelin' used up
Choices that you make matter, think before you choose one
Some people never know love until they lose one
Some people never show up until the food come
But you the one in charge of you, stay focused
Emotions never had you, you just have emotions
Yeah, I know you had it hard
Just know I was thinkin' of you all the while I wrote this
Much love
Written by: Jacob Peter Paulson
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