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Classy J 22h
We live in a society where facts take a back seat to feelings,
Cause every body wanna be a victim.
Beating on the same drum, just hook line then sink em.
Stopping any discussion that surrounds em.
Leaving em power hungry and fiending.
Till one is hooked and addicted, spoon fed **** that’s misleading.
There ain’t a part meant for people like me in the system.
What’s right is wrong, so one gotta burn down churches as part of their healing.
More like part of their fearing; which is all part of a larger symptom.
Which got everyone acting like they syndrome.
Now pardon these lyrics.
Gotta compartmentalize the formula that makes things clearer to see; like windex.
Just like pudding needs to be pre-mixed.
There must always be a pre-text and a witness.
Gotta listen close, to truly feel this!
Classy J Feb 15
Running outta time,
Running out of excuses.
It's the bottom of the ninth.
So, I really can't miss this!
Guess I found my spine.
Promise I’ll do whatever to maintain it!
I know I risked it all.
And I should've taken six.
As I really ****** up,
Cause I know that you're really ******!
Sleeping all alone, without you at home,
Left to wallow & reminisce.

I keep, I keep, running… running…

I keep, I keep, running… running…

Like a hamster in a wheel.

Overthinking, overthinking…

Till my head implodes.

Running outta time,
Running outta patience,
Think I lost my mind,
Got caught up in a spaceship.
I tell you that I’m fine,
But we both know that is some *******.
Guess I told a lie.
Is it too late to truly fix this?
When I told you, that you were mine.
Yet got caught up with some scant tricks.
I know I crossed that line.
When I decided to plug into that matrix.
Convinced myself that I needed to escape this.
Cause I Couldn’t see what I had until it was too late and I lost it!
****.

I keep, I keep, running… running…

I keep, I keep, running… running…

Like a hamster in a wheel.

Overthinking, overthinking…

Till my head implodes.

Look baby I just gots to know.
That you feels like you’se gots to go.
Cause **** ain't optimal,
What can I say?
***** I lost control.
Wait hold the phone.
Forgive the tone.
I'm just emotional.
And I want you home.
Just thought that you should know.
That I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that's as far as my words can go.
Best believe ***** personal.
Cause I hurt more than just your trust; I hurt your soul.
Soul…. Soul…. Soul.
Classy J Jan 17
Soon all will fade into nothingness.
Come what may.
In all its elegance.

Embrace the void.
Like a Consumer establishment.
Fate is something one cannot avoid.
For Nothing happens by accident.
I Hope we can re-try this life once again.

Nothing lasts forever.
At least that’s what we are told.
Well thought out intentions;
Can Create later consequences for both young and old.

Soon all will fade into nothingness.
Come what may.
In all its elegance.

Tick tock, down goes the hand of hate.
Till the serpent eats its tail again.
Perhaps selfishness is innate?
To some extent…
Do we deserve to try this once again?
However…

Nothing lasts forever.
At least that’s what we are told.
Well thought out intentions;
Can Create later consequences for both young and old.

Soon all will fade into nothingness.
Come what may.
In all its elegance.
Classy J Jan 17
Feels like I’m on the brink,
Every time I open up my pie hole.
Will I live to see another cinco de mayo?
Hold up gotta let that **** sink.
Before it numbs out cause of the wine-o.
That liquid courage, that helps me nab some fine **’s.
I’m fine though, I swear I don’t need no shrink!
Knowing **** well I’ll end up either in jail, rehab or like Amy Winehouse.
And I know it’s a miracle I lived this long, cause trust me bud I had my doubts.
Gotta **** around to find out.
Reality sure ain’t no Mickey Mouse clubhouse.
(Insert mickey voice and gun fire)
Ain’t sleep a wink in a minute.
Got One eye open playing paw patrol.
Looking out for the monsters ink cause I ain’t complicit.
I’m Just a paranoid guy spacing out to rock and roll.
Eating bats and other **** deemed explicit.
As if the Prince of darkness has taken over my soul.
Riling up the media to distract the dimwits.
From the Illuminati, if you know you know.
But as they say one gotta be careful if one spills it.
Cause you’ll Get suicided like Epstein in a hot minute!
Classy J Jan 5
Say am I freaking,
Say am I tweaking?
Watch as I’ve weakened,
Watch as I’ve taken.
It all.

Say I’m mistaken,
Say are you Satan?
Watch as your breaking,
Watch as you’ve taken,
It all.

Let it burn, let it burn.

Mouths of heathens, feeds the birds.
Disease it spreads, sown by herds.
Lap it up, consume the rot, till it’s all a blur.
Beauty parades and deters.
From cruelty and massacres.
It’s not your concern, it’s not your concern.
Just continue to inhale the toxins;
Till it’s all a blur.

Say am I freaking,
Say am I tweaking?
Watch as I’ve weakened,
Watch as I’ve taken,
It all.

Say I’m mistaken,
Say are you Satan?
Watch as your breaking,
Watch as you’ve taken,
It all.

Dance within the fires, become my corpse.
Give in to desire, feed the mouth that barks.
Forget about conviction, till the world restarts.

Let it burn, let it burn.

Dancing with wolves, starved of humanity.
Go grab the stones, such sheepish mentality
Forget what’s right and wrong, embrace irrationality.

Say am I freaking,
Say am I tweaking?
Watch as I’ve weakened,
Watch as I’ve taken.
It all.

Say I’m mistaken,
Say are you Satan?
Watch as your breaking,
Watch as you’ve taken,
It all.

Let it burn, let it burn.
Till the wheel stops to turn.

Scratch the records, the needles yearn.
Arms to match, must wait your turn.
Scrapped for cash, in need for cure.
As the Poison wells and starts to stir. Beauty’d beast, blackened rose.
Let the maggot feast, it won’t quell the hole.
From cruelty to massacres, and stories never told.
Got to justify the onslaught, that’s how it goes.
All Housed like a cemetery, row by row.
Not knowing anyone, that how it goes.

Let it burn, let it burn.
Till the wheel stops to turn.
Let it burn, let it burn.
Till the wheel stops to turn.
Classy J Jan 2
The blood runs cold as them police files.
Society watches along as we are ***** &
defiled.
The tears seep deeply as the wounds left unhealed.
Crimes unpunished and concealed.
They fear us as savages.
While we fear for our lives.
We are fraught with disadvantages.
But they still refuse to hear our cries.
Our screams, our pleas.
To not be treated differently.
Left to be Buried…
In unmarked graves just like our ancestors.
Leaving the survivors without any closure.
Perhaps we haven’t changed at all?
Classy J Dec 2023
Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

From living on welfare to living fairly well.
Grew up in church like kapowski,
Guess we were both saved by the bell.
I can guarantee there’s a God compadre,
cause I’ve been through hell.
But I refuse to drag my *** on the pavement,
Even if that **** does sell.
Cause imma true rebel,
And only time will tell.
If I succeed of fail.
So, You see, pray tell, I hope you listen closely, listen well.
Gotta keep one’s intents not stuck on your pretence.
I relent that fact that **** can get intense in an instance.
Enough to make one dive in a pool filled with incense.
Offend the masses with insensitivity,
Yet Treating it like a **** trapped within tents.
No place to run when incensed, at least until one pays them in cents.
Cause that makes sense, doesn’t it?
At least to the insensible next generations,
That needs to be carried like a decimal.
But is that truly justice at all?
Uh..

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

They tell me to be quiet, bruh I don’t buy it.
They call me a savage, yet I’m not the one who’s violent.
So, I’m not about to dial it down for you clowns that grow silent.
When I reveal the truth once denied and paid off with benevolent funds.
Which loaded the bullets for tiny Tim’s gun.
Cause we’re only good when we’re gone!
I am second to none, go ahead buy my merch.
Than Get told off for wearing a cap in the church, must be capping, cause they ain’t humble enough to get off their perch.
God don’t care about appearances, he cares for the hurt, so before you judge us at least do your research!
Uh…
I ain’t a republican, a democrat, or a conspiracy theorist.
I simply don’t trust politicians, aristocrats, or  cbc journalists.
I trust in the alpha and omega, the OG purist.
That’s why I support Israel and not barbaric Hamas terrorists!
Yes sir!

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?
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