Taboo Punx - Jive

Swing low
Sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
(Swing, swing)
Yeah
(Swing, swing)
This is it right here
(Carry me, carry me)
Ain't no running
The time is coming
(Carry me, carry me)
Pop stars pop pills, they don't wanna feel
I pop bars 'cause I got bars
Heavy-metal rockstars
Cruisin' down the block in a black Cadillac on spokes
High yella bone, don't act so woke
Might sell my soul, so I don't go broke
Hang my hopes up high like dope
Don't burn my notebook, that's how I cope
Ed Koch made a nigga go broke
Another song book 'bout the minstrel show
Let my kinfolk go
I can't even dance to Scott Joplin, but a jive-ass nigga
Get the whole block poppin'
Committin'-crime-ass po po
Got the whole block locked in
Uncle Day Day 'bout to go clock in
He don't even know the whole town watchin'
Uncle Day Day sippin' from a bottle
Smokin' on a blunt on the porch unbothered
I walk downstairs to look at them spinners
On that big purple truck
Old-ass man tryna run game on a little-ass girl
I'm stuck
Uncle Day Day upside his head with a bottle
Glass he swallow
Body go wobble
Vertical to horizontal
Uncle Day Day is a new role model
Uncle Day Day is problematic
And the patriarchy is automatic
Say, I never trapped
Used to be at parties where they did that
Reminiscing on the good and the bad
I feel bad, bombs over Baghdad
Fuck that, get ya bag man
All the nights we spent drinking
Throwing bottles out the window to stop thinking
Abstract, confess, rewind, midnight, ten lines, sunshine
We riding, tomorrow we uprisin'
By the weekend we be jivin'
Weekend we be jivin'
Jivin'
Oh shit, remember that?
Outside running with the pack
Some of them doing time for running 'round with that nine
Peer pressured by the flock
Graduated, moved on
Some got clocked and became an afterthought
Came and went
(Came and went)
Now reminisce
(Now reminisce)
That's of the past
(Of the past)
Some days were bliss
(Days of bliss)
Days of misdemeanor
(Misdemeanor)
One year south of Pasadena
(Pasadena)
Then further east to the south
That changed my whole demeanor
Please stop hanging with the jocks and the preps (I was conditioned)
Appropriating blackness, how we on Channel eight?
Black caricatures of theft (Mami or Sambo)
Shooting 32 frames per second aiming right for the chest (Bambi versus colonizer Rambo)
Back in Fouke they torched niggas throats like the strep (For the Klan we got ammo)
Stuck between uprising and jiving
I got some shit to confess (Back to the same ole)
Wait, now hold up
Don't roll up or pour up
A double cup, I go nuts
I'm so clutch, and I got no trust
Right then and there police come bust
Fuck
Drinking in Miami
Thinking 'bout ya family
World is cursed with vanity
Self-aware, you got agony
Graduate of emotional academy
But you are not a damaged bitch
All the nights we spent drinking
Throwing bottles out the window to stop thinking
Abstract, confess, rewind, midnight, ten lines, sunshine
We riding, tomorrow we uprisin'
By the weekend we be jivin'
Weekend we be jivin'
Jivin'
And I'm cynical like Seneca
I need Visine for my retina
Benadryl for America
Irritated with a common cold
I need thymine for my soul
I need Imani for my faith like the Seventh Principal
I need John Manuel
To keep that crown perked
See, I can't go to church
When I was a kid, pastor denied me of the word
That nigga said I was perverse
Congregation went silent
I stood up and walked out
They eyes shot like a siren
They judgment is finding my eyes
And I'm blinded
Televangelist pastor made my fatherless friend a bastard
Fuck yo Moynihan Report
Fuck yo case study, mission abort
Manipulating lost souls
Pastor fill the basket with them dividends
Got symptoms like he overdosing on that Ritalin
Rapid heart beat, psychosis and delirium
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again
I would pitch that iron stake in the face of society
For all the trauma that it caused
That's the ugly and the beauty of this life
Our culminating moments can't be paused
I'm drawing blanks (Drawing blanks)
But I give thanks (Giving thanks)
Acting ignorant with my friends
Pouring drinks (Pouring drinks)
Don't wanna think (Don't wanna learn)
I guess I never learned anything
Man, I feel Punk'D like I got pranked
Went to the club, I had a drink
Caught a young girl
Throwing up her past in the sink
They smokin' loud
I smoke the spliff
Felt my body go numb
Until I blackout
But I'm different now
I get so lifted now
I'm gifted and precisely moving with precision
(Now)
Vision
(Found)
Different
(Sound)

Written by:
Aylin Sözen

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