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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

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I feel like I been behind damn near all my life
Stuck up in the grind, got no time to duck and jive
Government full o' lies, secretly seekin' out the minds
They don't want us to strive, they need us towin' the lines
So now we searchin' for a high without a word from the wise
Survivor since they came and tried to murder my tribe
A juvenile until I found a way to murder the mind
I could weight a harness on my darkness and turn it to light
No doubt, I know we bound to make it out alive
And if you doubtin' what you doin', you ain't doin' fine
Best to put that bullshit aside if you wanna do this right
And if you don't, then you don't want it like the other guy
Usin' his time tryin' to elevate to a suit and tie
Ain't no limit if you lift your chin up to the sky
This ain't right, we're losin' lives
Losin' the fight up against our own minds, commitin' suicide
The Devil tryna kill us, we tryin' to survive
Be careful of the people 'round you, they might leave you dry
Them wanna come inside, I'm lookin' for a reason why
Like, how you ain't gon' put in work and still want a piece of the pie?
We know domestic violence, know the sound of silence
It's got our mothers beat and our babies cryin'
They tried the size of the shoe but they ain't livin' in 'em
So why the fuck would I listen in to their criticism?
Been on a mission 'cause we've been closed off
And I think it's 'bout time that they gave us a shot
All I really want is freedom at whatever the cost
To show these capitalist dummies that the lower class is reachin' the top
Don't go out a lot, but I'ma give till I flop
Still an employee, but your boy been a boss
They recruit you, so the youth be steady, eyein' 'em off
But I possess what you can't buy in a shop
Type o' shit that make your life better off
We all human, so why be a dog?
If you knew who you were, then you wouldn't try and be what you're not
And if you want beef, then we don't need police and the coppers
I got my people on call, ready to heat it up proper, I got the
Guts and balls to say what needs to be heard
I ain't preachin' these words, man, I'm just teachin' them worth
'Cause too many men are leavin' this Earth
Too early, leavin' their sister with her knees in the dirt
And it hurt to see my people where we at
We talkin', barely actin' a point
And the fact is, I barely even rap this honest
Always rappin' 'bout myself in a competition
Of shittin' on everybody else, but
I had enough o' that, so, shout out to all my Gs
Gettin' it in, bringin' that heat, makin' banger tracks
I got love for ya, I ain't mad at ya
I hope your family good and you get mad status
And to my fam and my fans in my community
I hope you truly see, this is about you and me
Depression is a sickness, I do we're tryin' to cure a disease
So tell these labels, keep their fame and their jewelry
Little homie, quit playin' wit' that foolery
Don't ever let that grog hold you down
'Cause you a king, and see, this world owes you a crown
And if you find it hard, just know, I'll be around for now
But in the times that I'm not, give it all you got
And when a elder speaks, listen and watch
'Cause if you don't, somebody else'll be in your spot
And you'll be sittin' on the side-line, wishin' you wasn't
Written by: Jacob Peter Paulson
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