her introduction was like a call to applaud
but they just nodded to the beat, like nodding in agreement, indeed it,
must have been GOD who sent her here, obviously
a façade of a down to earth common like we
we ,The Audience, we were drunk when we got here.
So the morals she was putting in her songs they were not clear.
she stopped to ask if the vocals needed turning up
or if maybe we’ve just heard enough concerning love.
we prefer our churches purged of blood
who can play nice with others not burn them up
because a curse like such we avert that stuff
we’re the first to assert we’re not perfect, but…
perfection ain’t worth that much.
protection, however, that works for us
so we agree to leave our heroes in the books we read
and do our best to arrest all the crooks we meet.
But she wants names like who you tryin to be just like?
or, who would win a genius fight?
Who keeps out the fiendish types?
Jesus Christ, who’s your jesus christ?
we drink, we smoke, and we fuck. She thinks the joke is on us,
but we’re the ones having fun laughing, acting hopefuls in love.
So what’s her fucking problem? Is winter touching autumn?
Is she so in love with this crowd she can’t help but picture nothing on em?
There are no heroes here. Your songs are insincere. They make us disappear to the bar to get some beer (cheers). We’ve had the best of years, without your lessons dear. So, save your sermons for certain suggestions interfere with our having a good time. We’ve never understood why, since we can never be perfect, you still expect we should try?
She insists, “who do you aspire to
be like that he might come to admire you?”
the truth is, though, we’re not worried about idols
we’d sooner keep our eyes out for our real life’s rivals
just like the opportunistic scott freeman
who was caught cheating on good, who never got even
but we’re not leaving justice in his clutches
never put too much of our trust in any judges
Freeman was more of a human than jesus
even if only for proving his thesis
that only people can punish your sins in this life
the only life that you know and ought to care about.
He’s been through the morgue, now lies in his grave
He lived by the sword … but he died from old age.
Ain’t no chocolate covered bunny gonna bring him back
ain’t no optimism gonna help you think of that.
The singer got off the stage, even though she still had lots to say
But, not today, they were taught to pray
It came from the heart and it went this way:
“To err is human, I guess that the devil was too then. (God forgive him).
Christ was human, I guess that God was too then. (and I Forgive him).
We just deal with whatever when it gets here
Fuck an afterlife, we’re worried about next year.
Scott Freeman, all too human
Stop dreaming, because yall are too then.
supported by 15 fans who also own “Hopefuls in Love – 9:11pm, September 3, 2120”
Factor never disappoints, always solid for me. Those features too! i think I've found a huge amount of new artists just through factors music over the years. Arsenal Malfunction
supported by 10 fans who also own “Hopefuls in Love – 9:11pm, September 3, 2120”
Unbelievable album. You sir definitely keep hiphop as real as it gets. Thanks for all your dope shit over the years and hope to keep hearing more for years to come. yukoncornelius69
