Jo Jo Dancer - Theory Hazit

Bullet escapes the barrel, slides through the wind

Breaks flesh, tastes the marrow, spirit transcends

With the soul, chase the sparrows

Blood on his Timbs, smoke slips away from his apparel

Rest in peace, I hope Jesus knew him

'Cause hell is hot and depart from me, deuces

I know he not, yo the thought of that is gruesome

The state of shock got me grieving, feeling wounded

Yup, I’m human

Made in his image, I pray that I give Him

Daily repentance cause daily I’m slaying my villains

Craving to stick 'em, cock back, waving the pistol

Aim with intentions, blow, shoulda gave me the digits

This the diary of a murderer

Oh the irony, feel the iron when I’m inserting a

Fire giving you Richard Pryor up in suburbia

The mic is like a rifle, the beats couldn’t be dirtier

As we continue on

Murdering emcees

Microphone murdering emcees

The umbilical cord is cut

Eight minutes later, she feel it when sores erupt

Placed in incubators, an infant is born with lust

And hating it’s related to killers, whore mothers

Pimps, liars and thugs

As a child continues to grow, witness the pain

It seems so cinematic, feeling is unexplained

How joy can penetrate the heart, enter your brain

And take over, it’s a privilege, to die is to gain

So I lace it for what it’s worth, die daily before the hearse

I’m thankful for the words, gave until it hurts

Woke up from a dream, still breathing

Picture myself like man I’m alive, couldn’t believe it

I felt God’s presence but didn’t see Him

Until I closed my eyes and I saw freedom

Meditate on his name 'til we’re gathered

One on the beats and one rapping

So when they blow, don’t ask what happened

Three

My goal’s to stay alive