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tom (emcee from australia) - (no more parties in los angeles freestyle) lyrics

ummmmmmm, i’ll try and do this in one take, but i don’t know how that’ll go, alright

hey jesus, you forgot to come back
i know i gotta trust the timing of this sonnet, man
but truth be told, i’m scared that we’ll be done for
[?] ran this place into a hole [?]
there’s nothing but fear in my eyes
and it’s not hard to see that leaders know that we’ve been hearing the lies through distorted feedback
generation riddled with [?] sleep apnea
we keep clapping, applauding the ones with the least passion
my feet tapping, waiting for the flood
keep rapping songs, painted there with blood
keep the savior on my tongue
all my pages for my mom
and she’s gotta hear the lord
but all i have to speak on still’s how far we have to come, uh
pedophiles in positions of power
plotting with they head up high as they sit on the tower
watching for the yellow skies in the sickest of hours, rotting
[?], they fall to the bottom, soften
in australia, i’m top 10
and i’m not 2 through 9 and i’m not 10
jotting my thoughts down until they all drown
remember ye told us it all falls down but we still call out to god
feelings turn into the sea but i don’t see the whale to make home in, sleep in, sing [?] prayers to god
bitten nails, stares are odd
i’m not scared of my father, no, i swear i’m not
never been that fly and i don’t wanna go
but it’s cold when it’s home, i’ve been sober and shown all the time that i’ve wrote, uh, climbing the rope until i’ve found what i always realized, it’s never enough
i speak lines the pen never could touch
remember times when the weather was tough
yeah, life’s been hard and said it enough in every letter i’ve rushed
letting it rust, sever the lush ’til my head in the mush in the face of all i tasted
falls from sp+ceships, ignoring calls from late grandmothers
slam shut, fought with haste and summon hatred and all that came since is thanks to god
aah, the air is giving me a sordid taste
doing things the lord would hate
cause the pain and slaughter days but i’ll never fall away
getting sick of this talking pace
i wanna see the lord but i’m forced away, tryna shorten sp+ce, uh
have i missed my one chance to fly to where few are?
nowhere seems to be too far
but heaven is feeling out of reach
the sound of peace can be the loudest screech
but they [?] to see the part where they can watch us drown and eat whatever
we see the tower, the least of us will need a better leader
please, lord, see the evil, please call on your people
i pray we don’t need to resort to our lethal ways
but they’re thwarting out peaceful days until we decay, i pray our people stay safe
i am terrified, corner of my eyes, i see the deaths
dare i spy and glare inside? no
i think we’re better here
i think there are better years coming if we’re shedding tears, humming to these letters
it’s getting serious, i wonder if he’s hearing this or peering in to bring an end
i wonder if he’s disappointed in these inner stains
my craft until i lay my last verse and make my past words count for something
maybe they found the struggling stranger who found the coming of pain that comes with the danger
maybe even they denounce their suffering days and coming to pray
discovered his greatness, had something to say
there’s probably a problem with me singing the blues
i try bringing them to god, but he isn’t amused
if anything, man, i should sing a different tune
i mean i live with the roof, and i’m never missing, i’m [?], huh
and honestly i live with the truth
i can’t bring anything to god, i mean whenever i choose
and still here i am dismissing the views and living to lose [?] give in, envision my due
the villains are loose, the villain’s aloof
the villains are loose, the villains are loose
raised around vocal cords, i can’t see clear
came up around air that i couldn’t breathe in
raised by a man who seemed in love with the thrill of screams
no wonder i can’t muster up the will to speak
the ceiling’s caked up and seems so hard now
i’m awfully better off trying to lie down
i’ve been thinking everyday or every other that all my living isn’t very safe for my mother
and every time i come home, i’m paranoid he’d sn+tch
and ma, i might find him in a rut while see him choking [?] something like that
i mean i remember when he gripped my mother’s windpipe
did he think twice? why is god giving him life? uh
let’s go back to the system, what’s happening with them?
they cannot handle a fraction of difference
and they’re out there clapping for capitalism
they’re only happy when blacks are in prison
it’s actually sickening
sometimes i think that they have to be kidding
casualties, victims, they randomly pick and abandon the kids, leave ‘em stranded and sick as the cancer is hidden
and as we decline slowly into war
i feel the only pace at night been [?] as you want
and i can feel my eyes closing getting sore
i can’t seem to find holy anymore
so i can’t [?] more than any [?]
i just wanna free my mother so she’s never poor
i just wanna see her shine now forever more
i just wanna see her fly through heaven’s doors
i just wanna see her fly for a better cause
honestly i hope she never reads these letters
could have picked a better [?]
[?] never need the pressure, [?] effort just to keep her head above
i think i’m done
i think i’m done

- tom emcee from australia lyrics

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