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Jordan Hudson  Jan 2020
JDM
Jordan Hudson Jan 2020
JDM
Down so low and down we go
Stance so low the ground we throw
Spit the rocks and mark the lot
Grab your friends, grab them hoes
Endless drive with what you got
Speed down the road make that show
See the crowd go whoa lets roll
Ya, ya
Drop the top, watch them drive
Watch them drift and slide, ya
Low as can go, so low to the ground
Ace this ride at the show in the town
Windows up and the windows down
Depends on who be hangin' around
Pass by quickly, make some cash
While they pass and while I crash
They roll off the curbside and
I roll off by exit signs
Empty tank while they keep going
Bumps and holes, my stance keeps mewing
Hitting every one that I see
Cringing every time its too clean
Making a living and making stacks
Living at home and living at the track
I can go and yes I am back
You all gonna see what you lack
Sitting at the back side you all gonna see
What I can do and what I have for me
Place down at the table, make the bet
I got this and I ain't gonna let
All you dominate and take the crown
I gonna take this town take down
Ya, Ya
The throne while you sit aside
You are sad and trash I can drive
Can't go no where don't you lie
Take the backseat while I drive
Enjoy this sweet and fast ride
The others slowly follow behind
They all gonna drift and turn
What they gonna see is my flames burn
Listen to that bass and that exhaust
The sounds of the others getting lost
Way back there I'm up here
Where did they go can they not steer
They cannot even race
They just can't keep up with my pace
While I get ahead they behind
I'm up here can they find
Flash the lights and drive away
Get up there and we can stay
Stained Glass  Mar 2019
jdm
Stained Glass Mar 2019
jdm
"After months of freezing and shivering under a grey sky,
your genuine laugh warmed me at first try,
sparked something in my chest
I hadn't thought it was still in me,
made my hands tremble like a paper boat at sea."
Jordan Hudson Apr 2019
Half JDM car
It's falling apart
But it will go far
Wanna be tuner
But just a ricer
But ain't no lier
I know I am slow
But I'm not low
Coupe with TRD badges
Can't win any race matches
Camry engine listen to her sing
Hatch on the back big tall dragon wing
Four banging pipe hanging
No muffler the rice machine
Listen to her scream as I drive
Fake hood scoop make WRX cry
Waking the neighbors
Making the papers
Wanted by police
They lookin' for me
Broke parts don't stop me
I'm so shook to hear
You hurtin' my ears
You breaking me heart
Who you think you are?
To judge my own car
Leave me alone
Shouldn't have shown
You this ride
To judge every night
Go and leave my freakin' sight
You life leeching parasite
People make fun of my car
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2023
Never able to break on through
caught in the time capsule
of yesterday’s tomorrow
he wandered alone …
Searching the darkened streets
of Santa Monica
hearing the music—chasing the words
dancing as demons followed behind
Channeling ancient voices
trapped outside a future closed
to his irreverent questioning
—lost within the storm

(To JDM: August, 2023)
Jordan Hudson  Feb 2019
Trapped
Jordan Hudson Feb 2019
JDM around
Low to the ground
Tokyo background
When I turn around
They all stare me in my eyes
All around, it is all spies
The media is all a lie
I cannot dramatize
Underground meets
Racing on streets
Tokyo drifting
I take a seat
Get a break from this new place
As I am here and away
A new city, a new dream to chase
An outsider with a new face
Produced by Lovell himself
As I turn his good beat to hell
Not by intent
But by accident
It's just how I felt
Foreign lands, Saharan sands
I be the one to shake hands
With the man himself
No meaning
No interfering
An object leaning
On everything
I have to break it
Two parts separate
Hit or miss
Early or late
I am no one now
But someone later
Words out my mouth
Words to a traitor
You all listen one day
Then forget what I say
Talkin' to a brick wall
Not listening at all
In one ear out the other
Not even my own brother
Nobody cares
They all just stare
Somethin' on my face?
Just time that I waste
A whole life race
I can't keep up with the pace
Lovell is my inspiration

— The End —