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jerk store - in judgement lyrics

i left philly cuz of warrants
my buhl’s talking bout flying me back but is he really an informant?
is it really like i’m still in my bag?
really i been laying dormant
my past on my like a hood on my shirt
and i’m feeling all this paranoia
they p-ssed on me and i couldn’t get work
labels told me i was poison
at 17? something under the shirt
hands up if you don’t wanna get hurt
spare tire full of xanies and percs
prayer sermon, i’m a man of my word
i’m only russian when i’m ducking the law
i’m only german when i angela merk
i been official. my cosign it is beneficial
my old crimes never going away
my old rhymes are a premonition
i hold mine. i ain’t going away
the coal mine, the canary has died
the court labeled me a felon, fella
you’re just paying a paraphenalia fine
we’re living in curious times. whatupskee?
you were hoping i’d come back and be rusty?
ew, gross! i am f-cking disgusting
taste blood every time they discuss me
we’re living in curious times
white supremacy’s a serious crime
our president’s blaming a syrian child
and i don’t wanna be the one to tell you that you’re wrong
i would rather see you learn and get it on your own
but if the motivation for the truth never comes along
well then my silence is complicit when the world implodes
when the world implodes
will you feel clean?
blank like you’re shooting blanks
with your face blank staring at a screen
if what i’m stating is a face
it’s impossible for you to disagree
unless you’re just schizophrenic
then i guess i’m kinda burying the lead
hurry up and see
what is buried in the leaves
that is really awful when you walk thru and your feet hit it
had a 6 shooter, used to sleep with it
it was like a spatula cuz i handled beef with it
cops got it when they raided us
but they ain’t try to charge me with it
they tried to put it on dom
he coulda pointed a finger at me like “he did it!”
never that he kept it 100
he’s thoroughbred and front runner and my blood brother
i will never have another one as real as he
taken by the bl–dy undertow of the opiate wave
keys in the lock. open the safe. dopamine rain
please loving god, open these veins
hopefully there’s a heaven for a dope fiend to be saved
lead me the way
but enough of the suffering i ain’t buckling for now, nope
all that huffing ang and puffing
will just get you kicked out of the boat
how does it go? as a youngin i was out on the slopes. snowboarding down a mountain of blow
pardon me i gotta powder my nose
part of me isn’t concerned to survive
part of me don’t got a need to be sane
it’s hard for me to stay away from the bottle
but it’s impossible for me to sustain
adidas whiter than your president’s cabinet
if there’s a devil you can bet i’m his advocate
smoking mary i’m with my mary magdalene
it’s f-cking scary when the world is unraveling
if you haven’t been honest
that the first thing we don’t have in common
cuz back in ’07 you were dressing as batman
back in ’07 i was robbin. f-ck with the squadron
bite the apple, gottem bobbing
tabernackle in the fog, i’m ominous
let the jackal do it’s job
we are broken like our father’s promises
still grinning with domonic’s ghost
hoping he can find a body to host
so it don’t look as if i speak to myself
i don’t believe it but i need it, it helps
i don’t believe but i need it to cope
i hope you see it as a reason to try
i hope you use it as a reason to hope
there’s freedom in breathing, just being alive
and you are stronger than you ever get credit for
and don’t you ever forget it
persecuted by political predators trynna sever the tendon
sitting at dinners
we never attended discussing ending our benefits
single mothers losing medical coverage
so senators can fit his son in the budget
letting creditor descend on the public
over medicine that shoulda been covered
instead a veteran will get excederin to treat a severed limb
cuz feeling better is the sin that we covet
feeling better is the sin that we covet
feeling better is the sin that we covet
we got a president indebted to russia
they got the precedent to leverage a puppet
while the rest of us are left in the gutter
i spent christmases in the joint as a pestilence
with my excellence undiscovered
they buried almost every one of my brothers
while i was writing this they buried another
he soul of every fallen junkie in philly
will fill me up to hold the judges in judgement

- jerk store lyrics

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