Jack
• Written by Prodigal-Prophet
Prodigal-Prophet's Notes
This song is going to be the single on an upcoming project. I'd love some thoughtful feedback on impressions, feelings and visions this beat and lyrics gave you
I look around its just me shit
Only fish in the sea with
fire lighting up the weed spliff
Silent dreams of a sound mind
To spite myself like I'm John Prine
So tell my momma that I'm just fine
And thank my daddy for the tough times
I can't say it so I just rhyme
That's what got me through the grey skies
Kept me floating through the rough tides
Seeing life through these dead eyes
And just a message to the tough guys
Yall niggas bake and yall sell lies
You're little tweets and your fucking meme replies
Make you soft float on like a butterfly
Stay on your IG and your Shutterfly
Cause you aint wishing every night that you're gonna die
Cause you have to raise yourself since the age of five
And stay awake all hours of the day and night
And When you had to break up from a baby fights
Cause you know the next one it would change your life
And there's a voice in your head saying take your life
Saying come sail away come and take the knife
He said come little one it is quite alright
I see your worlds going left and I can make it right
There's a stake on plate lets have a date tonight.
And tell your momma you aint gonna be awake tonight.
I asked him what's his name
He said I'm Jack in the Box
Just like Peter picked his peppers
I'm the cap of the flock
I can see you're feeling low but Jack can bring you up top
I can make you walk on water when the boat starts to rock
I said I'm liking what your saying Jack I like it a lot
He said cool kid, me and you we'll just stay tighter than locks
But I only saw the surface like we were tidally locked
He said your thinking too small our color's out of the box
So you can spread your wings kids we'll fly like we're birds of a feather
But first I'll need your help on this here tiny endeavor
You see that girl won't she look good all trapped and bound in this leather
And the rest we'll figure out we've got the rest of forever
So I followed and I followed and this were he left me
This place so dirty and bloody so broken and messy
Unhinged left in a prison with no doors and locks
The story of a boyo and his Jack in the box
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Prodigal-Prophet
Member since December 2 2019