Jingo Lyrics

The theory of its genesis is generally accepted

But to each of us, uniquely manifested

What it is to you is individual perception

I don't know about you, I wield poetry like a weapon

Smoke 3gs a day, drink my 64 oz

If I had a nickel for all the shit that didn't work out

I'd prolly hire an accountant to take care of all my nickels

Constantly fickle

Flicker out the picture like an Eerie Interlude

We used to do some tricky dives through the inner tube

Whole hog charcoal roast break it down into pulled pork and finger food

Starting to get it dude?

Sleep and dreams offer me no reprieve

I feel the same pains in my chest when I breathe

Write like a fiend when its up to just me

I mean without Collie Shepherd I'd be up shits creek without my paddle 100% reclaimed teak

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Nothing broken, nothing stained

I feel like I gotta test the cosmos testing me so I grab the 750 and do a buck 20 whenever it rains

She thought I hailed straight from Transylvain because I don't like the sun and I'm allergic to silver

But garlic seeps from the cracks in my teeth

That black thing with wings just my raven familiar

Phantasm flash like Falco

Two fingers in your pig nose

The Shinpachi special, yeah I'm gonna fling those

Childish MCs from wing to wing like like I'm handcuffed to the attache

And on the 11th day, no rest till we hath dealt the final blow

What do we say? We say

Crazy and endless like torrential rain

I had to shave down my friends list to shed some weight

We Call it immaculate contradiction

When you back it with a fact check of false or fiction

Now you're causing friction

Attractin' all these Dick heads with Slack jawed predictions tryin to cure ya sickness with flawed prescriptions

Yo, they call him Jingo, that lame, no-name gringo, shame be the game to remain low like limbo

Slice like he's Kimbo, look nice but been broke, he cook rice with kin folk but crooked like a sick joke

Once and 1000 times over did a strong mind descend upon hatred and fear like the creek gives way to the cascade.

Empowered by the capitulation of its peers to the simple nature of the plummet, the otherwise benevolent waters become forcefully Convicted in their path

It is only the curative principals of the Seasons Change that weaken and discourage such congregation

Be the stone facade at the precipice of the cataract

Weave like roots an open heart into the crevices of your protection and so forth embolden the believers of strength in unity

There in lies the secret to the sacred art. The craftsmanship of resilience unified with permeability