Kennedy

[Verse 1: Jehst]

Foul play, fair game
How many steps on this staircase?
Reaping the fruit of my labour days
Somewhere it all went pear-shaped
No free time, I can’t spare change
Fast food for thought, shit for brains
You can point the finger and shift the blame
If I’m gonna die tomorrow I wanna live today
If we living on time borrowed why give it away?
Give my life to the bottle I piss it away
In a primitive and pitiful way
Pitfalls pivotal to the position I play
Put me on a pedestal in this particular case
Tryna write true love on a polygamist’s page
Protect your queen in this critical game
And sacrifice your pawns for political gain
Political gang
Unseen hand, that might pull the pistol and spray
Let us bow down to masonic symbols and pray
Till we’re playing on the Glastonbury pyramid stage

[Verse 2: Confucius MC]

Don’t look back
Front, make sure you look careful for that love you want
Keep seeking
I’m a Rambo at peace-keeping
As I [?] through this country I’m knee-deep in the so shallow
Kids left out in the wild but you can see a deep truth in the eyes of a child
Surrounded by miles of the Nile
The killer walks free
But we can put a style on trial
It’s the age of the lawful killing, the courts are chilling
Programme a RoboCop enforce the mission
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With the darkest shadow to sort your vision
So we close our eyes and dream
But never can explain where our minds have been
So we close our eyes and dream
But still feel everything that our minds have seen
We’re hassle [?] willing to believe
While so many guys so willing to deceive
They say that we was once swinging from the trees
Now we’re in the yard, billing up cheese
That’s quiet evolution
Some don’t make it the quiet execution
Now that’s quiet evolution
But some don’t make it the quiet execution

[Outro, Iggy Pop]

It is my own personal view having lived through it that in America The Beatles replaced our assassinated president Kennedy, who represented our hopes for a certain kind of society. Didn’t get there. And The Stones replaced our assassinated folk music which our own leaders suppressed for cultural, racial, and financial reasons. It wasn't okay with everybody to be Kennedy or Muddy Waters, but those messages could be accepted if they came through white entertainers from the parent culture. That's why they’re still around