I. Now Jenny was a girl without a worry in the world / 8 years old, bright blue eyes, and yellow curls / cuter than a button and always inquisitive / innocence in the flesh, but in a sense, ignorant / to the whole predicament that began her ninth summer / followed by numerous other summers once her father's brother / touched her every time that he would come to babysit / swearing silent serenades through incestual relationships / and she never said a word / always kept the secret, cuz she trusted when he told her this would help her grow older / and over years, all of the salt inside her tears would smear and mix within the sweat upon her Uncle's shoulders / it's that real, numb to the world cuz now she can't feel / the pressure of this anvil leaving her at a standstill / 16, pristine, so just imagine / that by 18 she was faking multiple orgasms / as her living cuz nothings ever given / and this she learned quick once Uncle was sent to prison / leaving her stuck inside her own distortion of a lifestyle / coveting her anguish behind an inviting nice smile
C: Life is like a boomerang / fill your void with her new pain / from emptiness / sorrow flows / we're all together now, flocks of a feather now / deceitful as a ricochet / aim for the gut / infect the brain / and now her pain's as dead as yours / we're all together now, flocks of a feather now /
II. And Johnny was an ex-drifter / now turned 9-to-5er / a starving musician on the side / and the first time he saw her he thought she was beautiful / so he'd watch her everyday, caddy-corner from his cubicle / wondering, summertime heat wave sweltering / as she was sheltered in stranger's arms / he wouldn't ever take it wrong / to pray her safe from harm / and every night the lonely shadows would hear him play his song / written with the melody of the thoughts of her walking / and the harmony embedded in all of her soft skin / and he waited, timed it till the day that he approached her / swallowed his pride and came closer / told her she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen / in his intricate dreams if ever there was a queen / spent the night with her and promised her everything / knowing in his heart that he would have her heart by any means /
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III. So 6 months go by and Johnny don't know why / Jenny can't seem to show the love that he shows / night after night when she comes back from the street lights / as her last trick rolls by, he finds her so high / and so he joins his lover in the place where they don't cry / and she don't lie, making love till he's bone dry / but he don't know she's killing those emotions that choke like / a vice so he's debating with a nickel plated 4-5 / torn up with a needle in his arm, keeping her warm / and too far from where he started from / he'd ask her if she loved him, all she did was give a smile / and that sufficed for a while / then one night she found him sitting naked shivering with his guitar in a trance / playing her his song as he asked her to dance / and Jenny wasn't gonna pass up on the chance / but before she could reply she saw the blast from his hands / and not a second later, Johnny's body hit the floor / and Jenny hit her knees, vomiting from what she saw / scattered brain mater, blood sprayed across the wall / on the note that read that if she loved him there was one more
Rich Jones and Montana Macks join forces for a passionately rapped, impeccably produced reflection on the trials and turmoils of 2020. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2020