#withgodchallenge
#withgodchallenge @iamlocksmith
This is my entry to Locksmith's "With God" challenge. I'm not gonna lie, I was pissed when I recorded this...at all the mistreatment going around. I recorded it first-take with a phone, music blasting over my speakers, mixed the instrumental back in, and added some reverb to the vocals because the sound quality needed something.
I am reading/scrolling the lyrics during the song, with my phone in my lap... hence the strange angle. I was trying to record a reference, but "god" (source) told me this was the one. Get a minute or two in, before making up your mind about me, please.
Please understand: I wish respect and solidarity to all people, especially those struggling (which is most of us honestly). We have all made mistakes in this world, and it's due to a lack of teachers, a lack of elders, that we're so damn alone. I'm sick of the divide/conquer BS, leaving us stranded. Don't despair if you've messed up, even if you've killed or raped or done something you can't forgive yourself for. You can heal, little by little, and just imagine how much good you can do... by teaching others to learn from your mistakes. As DPZ said, "You can make a choice now, how you wanna live."
What's ironic is I absolutely love the original song, I must have listened to it a hundred times, and consider Locksmith, Xzibit, and Ras Kass to be among the greatest poets to ever grace our Earth. Brevi's vocals are incredible, I can't touch the original. I actually wrote a few verses inspired by it early on, which became the basis of this song (thinking, wtf am I writing on somebody else's song for?). Then, as it turns out, Locksmith put out the call.
I do not advocate violence in any way whatsoever, but I do believe I speak for all of US when I say:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men/women are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."
With Liberty and Justice For All!
RIP Juice WRLD, one of our greatest, and a truly beautyful spirit, nipped in the bud so soon.
Let's protect each other, cultivate, grow.
As poets/artists, we have to tell the truth. I wish I didn't live in a world where I needed to make this song, I truly do. And perhaps tomorrow will be a different day!
Remember: "The darkest hour is always before the dawn."
Love y'all, truly. Forgive me if this message stirs up pain. These wounds go unacknowledged far too often. Healing hurts, but I want you to know I care.
never entered a contest
i didn't lose.
nowadays
i just tell fools
i'll meet them at the finish line.
leave 'em waiting around,
alone, to celebrate their victory...
when they're finished,
i show up to ask them
if they wanna finish again.
funny how the victory
starts diminishing.
like too much jizz expended,
i'm venting,
but i can't pretend
the competition
ever witnessed me...
so self-absorbed, i'm blistering
worse than the blisters on my feet.
if the rat race was rigged,
i wonder why i had
to run in it?
it's
all bleak piss,
like the restrooms after
gladiator games
when all the thunder's gone
i'm still a lightning rod.
in god we trust.
i watch a gladiator
get killed
& wonder why
we don't turn on the audience?
cause we're too nice,
but god bless us...
bless you,
you sneeze with more emotion
and devotion than your rap words
still, i'm tired of all these
fucking rap wars...
forgive me,
i'm just talking like a gladiator
nobody wants to hear
another wack verse
about how many
of somebody else's
bitches you fucked.
we lost juice wrld
& somehow
i feel like we got
the worst
of both worlds...
i feel like you
missed the point
the anointed ones
forced to push false messages
like a drug war...
i wonder,
do our people ever
get tired
of being extorted?
what's that
ras kass
said
about square basketballs?
not spherical
do you fit it
into a square hoop?
& then claim you shot your shoot,
i mean shoot your shot,
shit, but
i'm getting
kinda tired of the wires
all tied up
like puppet strings
when i try to please you
my nose grows,
like papa please
i was born to be a real boy
in a world where grown men
act like little girls
so petty they think
i'm too dainty,
it's quaintly their own
reflection they're afraid of
paid off
to act like dumb
blind giants
trade pearls for swine
you wonder why
i take the slingshot
and put one right between
the eyes
like a bindi
your third eye awakening
i don't mean to be
culturally inappropriative
it's not like i broke bread
with shiva, or guided kali
back into parvati
unless i did & forgot?
like shiva
i was born to be a singer
i started rapping
to echo the stacatto
emotions i feel
rhymthic hips moving
it's like a mix
of mosh pits
and break dancing,
the motion...
i thought i was joking,
now i'm kinda angry
when i realized
that the man
made me...
that's why
they don't wanna see
my reflection in the mirror
too much beer in you,
i might make you puke
like dysphoria
mystical warrior
i knew it ever since
i saw the observatory in myst
stars go on forever.
a shooting star, make a wish.
i risk my life,
but it ain't worth shit
to them...
my brisk pace turns into a run
like armaud arbery,
in my mind he's still jogging...
took away the gun,
beat the shit
out of the father and son,
and blasted every man
who tried to come for him
until no more were coming.
why the fuck
should any man
have to die
for white pride,
or any pride
for that matter?
when the back-up comes?
let's stampede them
like cattle
for a moment,
it almost sounds like a good idea
why do we let them take us anyway?
i wish every woman
would kill her rapist,
leave a gaping hole
where his dick used to be
like, "enter the void: teehee"
if that sounds fucked up?
just imagine
if it happened
to your grandmother
or both of them,
for that matter...
motherfuck singing,
i'll make your own bullets spray
until the bloody rain rains down
upon their bloody reign.
i'm a libra,
know you heard about us,
but do you know what it feels like
to have a progressed
scorpio sun, virgo moon?
like a hidden dagger
in my cunt...
i'm in a bad mood,
in a world of such repression
it's funny i'm a pacifist
but not really because
if it came down to it,
i'd dismember your corpse
with a blunt fascimile of a blade...
the moment you attack me,
without lifting a finger
except maybe the middle
that's why i don't fuck with revenge,
i'd leave no prisoners
and that's a hell of a mess
to have to clean up.
so go ahead and get paid.
keep your blood
still in your veins,
but fuck y'all on judgment day
people hunt innocent people down
and actually believe
they're not see-through
actually believe god will save them
...when the time comes?
but i'm curious,
the moment you kill
somebody innocent,
i wonder what's to stop
the rest of us...
from blasting you into dust?
what will keep the breath
in your lungs?
Let me reiterate
I wish every person
would kill their rapist.
But let me rephrase this:
I wish every person
would never rape again.
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