Jay Fite - Pick a Side

Yeah yeah, whoo, whoo

Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side
There was war, there was peace
There was sika there was fite
There was anger there was calm
There was wrong there was right
There was dark there was light
There was day there was night

Mayday mayday my names jay on a vacay
Interesting I might say to myself when I toast to my health
I can't calm down and I cannot relish anything that has to do with peace or quite
I'm defiant I will find I won't comply
I think that I would rather die
Ok let me slow down, let me take a breath
Let me tell you what this songs about at least inside my head
I said I was divided and you know that I meant it
Pick a side, the nice one, or the demented ah

Rat-a-tat with a gat in my backpack Mac
I don't act I say truth and fact
Facet passive rage is massive
Barking like a giant mastif
Bite is worse I'm acting terse
I'll stick you up and steal your purse
Your lips are pursed you're reimbursed
But you can't help but feeling irked
Let me work for a minute, times up I'm reinvented
Hi I'm! Oh wait I think I said already
I don't mean to be petty
More than I am letting on
I will push out all the present darkness like I'm frank perettie

Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side
There was war, there was peace
There was sika there was fite
There was anger there was calm
There was wrong there was right
There was dark there was light
There was day there was night
Pick a, pick a, pick a side
Pick a, pick a, pick a side
Pick a, pick a, pick a side
Pick a side pick a side
There was dark there was light

Getting cold I need a parka wrap it up like Peter Parker
Write it down I need a marker flashlight for when it's darker
This doesn't fit your pallet, you have no taste for talent
Write my name upon the ballot, I'm young but not an amateur
Eenie meenie miny mo I pick a side and write the Flow
I said that there was right you know and I'm just trying to control
What I am what I have what I was just a tad
Control freak the weakest side is not linked
Blink, one eighty two times, I really wish I hated rhymes
What's my age again? I'm going to the dark side with you
Blame it on my youth, run away in black rain, generational divided, pin the grenade Yeah

No heart to speak of, No heart to speak of
No heart to speak of, No heart to speak of

Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side
There was war, there was peace
There was sika there was fite
There was anger there was calm
There was wrong there was right
There was dark there was light
There was day there was night
Pick a, pick a, pick a side
Pick a, pick a, pick a side
Pick a, pick a, pick a side
Pick a side pick a side
There was dark there was light

Written by:
James Heath

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