Lyrics Jo Jo Dancer - Theory Hazit

Jo Jo Dancer

Bullet escapes the barrel, slides through the wind
Breaks flesh, tastes the marrow, spirit transcends
With the soul, chase the sparrows
Blood on his Timbs, smoke slips away from his apparel
Rest in peace, I hope Jesus knew him
'Cause hell is hot and depart from me, deuces
I know he not, yo the thought of that is gruesome
The state of shock got me grieving, feeling wounded
Yup, I’m human
Made in his image, I pray that I give Him
Daily repentance cause daily I’m slaying my villains
Craving to stick 'em, cock back, waving the pistol
Aim with intentions, blow, shoulda gave me the digits
This the diary of a murderer
Oh the irony, feel the iron when I’m inserting a
Fire giving you Richard Pryor up in suburbia
The mic is like a rifle, the beats couldn’t be dirtier
As we continue on
Murdering emcees
Microphone murdering emcees
The umbilical cord is cut
Eight minutes later, she feel it when sores erupt
Placed in incubators, an infant is born with lust
And hating it’s related to killers, whore mothers
Pimps, liars and thugs
As a child continues to grow, witness the pain
It seems so cinematic, feeling is unexplained
How joy can penetrate the heart, enter your brain
And take over, it’s a privilege, to die is to gain
So I lace it for what it’s worth, die daily before the hearse
I’m thankful for the words, gave until it hurts
Woke up from a dream, still breathing
Picture myself like man I’m alive, couldn’t believe it
I felt God’s presence but didn’t see Him
Until I closed my eyes and I saw freedom
Meditate on his name 'til we’re gathered
One on the beats and one rapping
So when they blow, don’t ask what happened
Three
My goal’s to stay alive