Situation critical, we can’t be saved by our genitals,
It’s not safe to make love anymore,
Greed and desire has turned us to whores,
Diseases passed down the line, health never restored,
Keep the lust to a minimum,
When priests touch boys, don’t you think we should sentence them?
Instead sermons that we listening,
Never in this life should we let them do the christening,
We missing them,
Where does the cycle end?
Feel extinction of this race, about to begin,
Not a prophet, just a man with a pen,
And feelings trapped inside that are wearing me thin,
How do you find right when we glamorize sin?
Got a TV in your home, then you’re surely connected,
See the Bush on the screen and you’re supposed to respect it,
But I see the image and I want to correct it.
Images engraved, cut the feed,
Bring the satellites down and end the greed,
Minds programmed by the TV screen,
Advertisements, propaganda, they got what we need.
Desire deplenish our weak limit,
Heaven sent to rebirth,
Long lasting evolution,
Hell on the surface of earth,
Gradual, concluct, compromise,
Global entrees put a hole in the sky,
Heat increase and the cold ice froze,
Spiritually bombard, chemicals explode,
Infections decrease, soak up plants and seeds,
We did it to ourselves, now our planet is deceased.
Face down in the gutter,
Put our trust in a box like sheep we cluster,
Never think for ourselves so these images fester,
Test against our will hoping soon we can best it,
Makes me want to scream when the images collect in,
Blasting satellites down, time to fix the feed,
I’ve never understood why morons breed,
Images engraved we enslaved to our own chains,
Freedom is engrained in our brains, now grab the reigns.
J.Smo has been releasing music independently since 1999, originally as part of BUNKS (Manchester, Tennessee). Now a father
of 3, husband, CMO, COO, musicpreneur, educator and jedi-of-many-trades, J.Smo continues to share his journey and thoughts while facing inner demons head on through rhyme....more