Some Stories (Fuck the Past)

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Jax the Ripper

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I could tell you a story about a man growing up
I could tell you a story 'bout a Stan who knows he sucks
I could tell you 'bout glory, 'bout fans and blowing up
Well I won't bore thee, wait they pout? Let's show them such
Ain't got clout or a plan, or fucking people in the stands
Cannot amount to that man, I'm stuck in sequel as a Stan
I'm just loud with no brand, a fucking illegal living in France
Who is bound to up-hand the fucking evil in this dance
Maybe true, maybe not, whatever, I don't care
Baby blue, baby crotch, endeavor to not despair
Lady knew, lady crossed, I ain't clever I just pair
My words, glued, my herd, grew, wait that's never? Oh, that's fair

Whether you think that's true is up in the air like the cross
Weather, dude, think it through, is not tethered to the mosque
Better mood, sync in tune, I don't care that you're lost
Letters brew, instinct accrues, no one's aware that I'm boss

F*ck the past, I'm just finna live in the moment
What a task, no sinning and binning those old tokens
The memories, that bare their teeth, but without 'em, no atonement
That was rash, and off track, I'm grinning 'cos I own it

You want a tale, so get some ale, what you think about that truck?
It haunts, impales, I guess you're pale, was it a stink over bad luck?
A taunt, a mail, I bet he wailed, like the chinks that scream and cuss
No holy grail, forget Nice sails, time to drink, sink, not feel much
Yeah, what, you seem to believe that I'm a bust
That I can't succeed and that whatever I touch
Just turns to rust, burned out of luck
Well f*ck that, bitch, I've got the Midas brush
We all say your highness, everyone's an intern
Put your ways in alignment, 'cos here comes the winter
Diem, Carpe, is timeless, can't condone the disinter
Est of you pests, I won't rest 'till wiseness is disinterred
But despite a city ignited, we look away from bombs
No respite, you tipsy and cited every hook from songs
Hope incites, this diddy just might help you see what's wrong
Terror and fright fill up the night, while you be gripping tongs

F*ck the past, I'm just finna live in the moment
What a task, no sinning and binning those old tokens
The memories, that bare their teeth, but without 'em, no atonement
That was rash, and off track, I'm grinning 'cos I own it

You thought I'd talk about me, and how I'm rising up?
Cute, not really though, just about a city of clouds and fire and dust
You've brought to my attention, that humans really suck
Did I mention my intentions? I ain't swooning over green sheet bucks

In this next one we gleam at a little boy sitting in a room
He's feeling like a toy, he's feeling like a loon
He's upset, he could scream, he's tilting, what to do?
Now he's teeming with joy as he's hearing his good tunes
He forgets the world outside, he forgets he feels doomed
He's loaded the pearls of time and won't let the world construe
The openness of his mind, or the holiness of his truth
Meanwhile D hisses at this child as she leaves the room
It's indecent, he's crying and slowly sloping steeper
He's indiscriminately trying to cope with growing fevers
This teasing is plying his corpse like a proud preacher
His appeasement is supplying his nodes with sound ether
The air waves served, from these music greats
The caretakers, of his unique space
The prepares, for looks that curse
I'm shook not a perp, but I perceive the hate
I am this lonely child, we one and the same
With an unfortunate smile we would achieve our claim
We believed in our style, we could succeed in the wild
Because indeed we ain't mild, we initiate and instigate
All he does is lie, 'cause he has too much to prove
His style ain't that sly, he lusts for it to move
For it to glide, slide, like it has it's own mind
It won't abide, out of luck, I cannot groove

F*ck the past, I'm just finna live in the moment
What a task, no sinning and binning those old tokens
The memories, that bare their teeth, but without 'em, no atonement
That was rash, and off track, I'm grinning 'cos I own it

I grew up with so many bores, I grew up with so many claims
I grew up with swapping doors, I grew up with swapping lanes
I grew up wanting more, I grew up wanting a name
I grew up to get more, I grew up to get me a name

This last one involves me and my life of stasis
I'm bashful, appalling and contrite, I hate it
That bastard ain't absolved, none of the like, I state it
I'd rather keep falling than be invited to face it
I'm always moving around, why call it heinous?
New hallways moving through towns, why ball so shameless
-Ly, unable to see, what they gave me
F*ck the past, I'm living tall and free
I used to pass the time, like I was locked in a basement
I'd loose all track of time, like with a martyr's statement
Confused by the sass of time and it's contorting placement
I'd abuse the precious time, I'm no longer complacent
I thought of self abortion, could no longer contain it
Those thoughts then welled distortion, would no longer obtain it
So the noose is loose, and screw the youth
F*ck the past, I'm bitching 'cos here's the truth

Think about where you came from, think about what you've done
It turned you into a tame one, it turned you into a gun
Links are absurd, but they made you son
The clink or the church, either way it's dumb

Whether you think that's true is up in the air like the cross
Weather, dude, think it through, is not tethered to the mosque
Better mood, sync in tune, I don't care that you're lost
Letters brew, instinct accrues, no one's aware that I'm boss

F*ck the past, I'm just finna live in the moment
What a task, no sinning and binning those old tokens
The memories, that bare their teeth, but without 'em, no atonement
That was rash, and off track, I'm grinning 'cos I own it

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