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Got a Story to Tell

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by Big Red

 
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Down We Go 03:14
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Mr Jones 02:05
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No Time 03:11
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I consider this my debut sketchbook; my first hip-hop creation that I don't mind showing to others. I still have a long way to go.
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released 01 January 2010
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Track Name: Mr Jones
My man Jones came from a broken home,
At the age of fifteen he was living all alone,
Had to eat to survive so he stole all the time,
From the young and the old and the deaf and the blind,
And the cops didn't find it funny,
Poor dummy gotta make your own money,
If you wanna stop running,
But he kept on gunnin,
He started havin fun,
And pretty soon he was locked in cell 21.

Didn't stay long cause he was only a kid,
But Jones hadn't learnt his lesson from the time that he did,
Tried to fit in with the cool kids, messin up his school grades,
Only thing he wanted was respect like the movies,
But cinemas not the best parental figure,
And his mind needed guidance from somebody who had been there,
Try to teach him morals stead of screamin with the chorus of,
Not our problem, someone deal with him for us,
Poor us, we got problems of our own.

So, alone Mr Jones roamed homes,
Slept beneath the stars on the street,
Where the cars all beep,
Cause they all got somewhere to go,
Jones, hated laughs cause he wasn't included,
Wouldn't talk shit cause he couldn't refute it,
Learned to blend in, tried to take as he please,
Wasn't ever gonna beg for money down on his knees,
Cause he wasn't a bum.

But then again a bum he would become,
Jones never finished school and he slept in a slum,
Now you're probably expecting some kind of a break,
Jones'll find a mistake in his mis-woven fate,
But no, he never found his only golden ticket,
Never came around pity for a lonely sick kid,
In fact it's almost like he never existed,
He died under a bridge and no one missed him.

And the cars still beeped, and the people still shook,
Took two weeks to find him cause nobody looked,
Jones was buried in a cemetery, barely remembered,
In a world of people just as dead as him.
Track Name: No Time
I was born legs flying like Mr. C. Wyle,
Had a nice tight vision never let it pass by me,
Coulda sworn I had a goal, found a holy grail to chase
Would have stopped diggin the hole if I recognized the place
But the devil changed her face and fixed the race.
Now I'm trippin on my lace when it smacked me numb
What I thought I was running to I was actually running from.
Success was just a way to fill the gaps
Excuse the lack of rest and breathe with rats
Settle for the now in hopes of better future
Put away your cash n' maybe later get a suture.
I'm tired of lying and putting it off
I want tomorrow today or I'm quitting the job
That's a rule that I live by
I got no regrets the day I die.

My pen is running out of ink, I got no time to stop and think.
I got a package of mail to deliver before I let the drinks seep down to my liver.

People will abuse, lose, and use you like a drive through
But they ain't riding no car they ride you!
Nose glued to the train tracks
Seems like you push 'em and the push back (every fuckin time)
Listen, I've always held the key to upper class
and getting smashed, I thought it'd get me places
But it left me on my ass several times now I'm blind
To the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
So I put my shades on to keep my eyes away from the sun
There's not enough for everyone
And no one wants to share it, that is a fact
When all you see is smiles you know they're putting on an act
Cause they're clowns with masks cheatin tests just to pass,
Beatin their chests or struttin their ass. To them
Life's just a chance to show off what you'll lose when you die!