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A mostly raw, uninhibited, slightly satirical view into the world of Jack Common.

Nursery Rhyme

Better is arbitrary 

I just know me 

And the fucked up shit I see 

No wonder cries 

Pour through the eyes 

Tired of watching good people’s demise 

News no longer filled with surprise 

Except when no one dies 

But the gov’t will take care of that 

Ever heard of a war called Iraq 

Don’t care about the excuse they read 

All I see is red 

Not the color of passion 

But that of death 

Step back and breathe a breath 

Childishness I’m passin 

To the gov’t team 

That doesn’t mind the theme 

Infants with infantry 

Makin’ me rhyme like a nursery 

Itsy bitsy spider

Drunk on cider 

Little bo peep 

Sacrificin’ sheep 

Little red riding hood 

Not all good 

So pop goes the weasel 

Next comes the upheaval

It’s raining, it’s pouring 

The young ones are snoring 

No screen means just boring 

Nike, jersey shore, kardashians we’re adoring  

What’s trending, I’m deploring 

While Jack and Jill 

Sit atop Capitol Hill 

Cronies pockets they fill 

While we’re left with the bill 

What’s it up to, twenty trill? 

If they weren’t already dead, our forefathers they’d kill 

I’m givin’ everything away no need for a last will 

I’ll be nimble, I’ll be quick

Jack’s gonna jump over the candle stick 

Before America is too sick 

So one, two 

Buckle my shoe 

No answer but got a clue 

Not a cow but can moo

Not che but could coo

But I’d rather rub a dub dub

And scout like a cub 

This little piggy 

Is poppin’ like Iggy 

So twinkle, twinkle little star 

Protectin’ the night like a templar 

So we can lullaby 

Under a sky 

Not propped up by lies 


Parla

King of the Capital Hill