I spend my days in the land of the sun,
Stay up on this beat like run baby run,
Flow hittin’ hard like a shot from a gun,
Crazy white boy havin’ too much fun,
I’m comin’ too undone, my brain unspun,
May bow to my superiors, but you ain’t one,
Thoughts hold me down like they weigh a ton,
This boy might explode with no explanation,
Run baby run, that’s what they yellin’,
Gro’s flows blow ya mind to the cerebellum,
I can tell ‘em, I can show ‘em, watch the way I flow ‘em,
I am the poet and these lines they be my poem,
I keep it goin’, no time to take it slow,
Been bustin’ my ass to get on your radio,
So with this CD spinnin’, relax and lose control,
Soul Rebel Music is about to blow.
What you got to offer? Let’s make a deal,
The price is a steal, tell your people how it feels,
Business is the business, money leads to the junk,
Watch the world pile up ‘til off this mountain we jump.
Pick up twenty and dodge the feds,
Four-door compact, RPMs in red,
Now I drive a sled, blue skies help me realize,
People’s minds mis-read,
Guaranteed in error, give it back to terror,
Attached to hysteria? It’s cool.
I’m used to playin’ b-ball in this pool,
Hoopin’ over some fools, grabbin’ some tools,
Singin’ the blues, drink me a brew, at the end of the day,
My night just begins, time to fade away,
Come again and it’s time to continue and stay,
Eighteen on the bars and I’m handling great,
On the curves I don’t ever really think to hesitate,
It’s a natural state of being, just demonstrating tastes,
It’s the pressure that creates, reasons give no one a chance,
End up living with regrets,
So I ease up this clutch, leaving all deception crushed.
Manipulate your brain, to the stars we gaze,
This boy’s got a dream, this man needs a raise,
Ridin’ through these valleys working hard to maintain,
These roads are rough, but it’s hard we play,
Ready for the ride, gonna rise with the tide,
Float out to sea as these sun’s rays shine,
Tongue twisted by this life, I’ll get mine,
You won’t see me coming, but you can’t hide,
Music in your ears ‘til the day we die,
Sacrifice to make it work, that’s our life,
Bring it to you raw, got the people droppin’ jaws,
BUNKS style baby, run the show, make the calls,
Sell you stuff, get you good, how you feel?
Life your spirits to the sky, yes I will,
I vow to my fam that we will never fall,
So bump and ride to the BUNKS, come on ya’ll.
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, and jedi-of-many-trades, J.Smo continues to share his journey in lyrical form.