Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RADICAL RONRON
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin H. Ford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin H. Ford
Producer
Lyrics
city stalkers, bullies, criminals hustlers, bastards and scam professionals white collars, in a way, more despicable don’t mind going to the confessional waltz around me like flies do still awaiting the right cue those Vultures think they’re predators But every word I already heard
I’m a stereo creature,
ready and prepared
for a mysterious future,
steady as a snare, they’re calling me the preacher,
but I’ll just be your breather,
so we can all feel better
Life is messy, a bit like, the rhythms, from JC.
And I’m no messiah, just your regular broke ass friend
Except I know how everything ends, and it ain’t pretty
Now we were never astray, we stay lucid and no way cupid
and if you’re here for a tip ; stick to your homies and family
Whenever I’m chilling at home or on the street
World changing ideas come to me and play on repeat What if we let humankind disappear and stop this act
buy yourself some peace of mind, leave the keys to the rats
I shouldn’t even have to say it
But I’m also feeling the heat
just open up the gate
and take that weight off your chest
21st a race for the mindless world leaders and their madness The same man with a different face will just increase the database And whenever he’s in no mood He shall leave a trail of blood Let survivors in the mud
Still Professes the common good
In my ears it’s ringing, since I saw, that old man suicide
I’ve never seen, in a row, two days with no homicide
Sure we need the police, man I called, and I called again
they never come to those streets, makes you feel small and resent Try to prove ‘em wrong, you got eight minutes forty six seconds But if you can’t you risk fifty-six just like all the Rodneys
this time I’m living the dream cause they’re just selling me a reprieve man, Where TF are the values they received
Whenever I’m chilling at home or on the street
World changing ideas come to me and play on repeat What if everyday we check every word you ever yelled gotta be the best way to finally know you well
That one might sound like a threat but the idea’s fucking great
we are now here for quite a bit
so just shut it and take a effin seat
Written by: Benjamin H. Ford

