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Demun Jones - Backyard Lullaby Feat. Noah Gordon

Hooligan

Ramble On

This record is a cinematic protest anthem set in modern Los Angeles — where red carpets roll past tent cities and the glitz of Hollywood hides a darker truth. VIN blends gospel-tinged R&B, hip-hop cadence, and trap percussion into a slow-burning social commentary on corruption, class divide, and the illusion of the American dream.
From the opening parody of the national anthem to verses that expose greed disguised as “growth,” the song paints LA as the microcosm of a broken republic. Lines like “Champagne floods the hills / Splits past Chef Bozo’s house — his Hollywall of shame” and “Drink the water, everyone — it hits the same” capture the hypocrisy of wealth against homelessness, ICE raids, and media spin.
VIN gives voice to both the citizen and the system, letting their worlds collide until the illusion cracks — a haunting, thought-provoking record for listeners.

lyrics:


O say can you see
How safe is our streets?
To the mask men we write
Raiding homes in daylight 


America?
How safe is America?
The Republic which it stand
Is it in grateful hands ?

We think not

To the Statue of Liberty
You rather assassinate me
Freedom of thought’s on the line
Can I speak out in time ?

I think not


They say we’re free, 
Yeah I think this cage got Wi-Fi.
(Or Is it 5G?)
Dreams on credit, rent past due Inflation sky-high
We pledge the flag, they move the goal line
I can’t breathe, (covid 19)
but you say I’m fine

[chorus]

A merit-Hah-cracy it’s an atrocity
I can’t see through the static and lies
My enemy through televised eyes
They feed the war, we eat the fear
While the truth disappears year after year

[verse 1 ]

To the city of Los Angeles,
Let you be the example of this.
Red carpets roll while they sleep in the sand.
Champagne floods the hills 
Pinot du péché — Sunset Boulevard.
Splits past(SPLISH SPLASH)Chef Bozos house–his Hollywall of shame 
While tents plug the drain
Drink the water, everyone — it hits the same!
Thanks E-P-A
Or F-D-A

Ain’t it the same ?
It’s the same
They’re all the same
They HIT the same

[chorus]

A merit-Hah-cracy it’s an atrocity
I can’t see through the static and lies
My enemy through televised eyes
They feed the war, we eat the fear
While the truth disappears year after year

[verse 2]

Call it growth, call it dreams, ship and order on A to Z
Build a tower, burry a soul — just supply and demand.
Cameras flash where the block still bleeds,
Oscars play while they sleep in the streets.
We sell the story, we own the scene,
It Ain’t chaos 
— it’s good for the machine.

[chorus]

A merit-Hah-cracy it’s an atrocity
I can’t see through the static and lies
My enemy through televised eyes
They feed the war, we eat the fear
While the truth disappears year after year

[ verse 3]

The billboards peel, the paint drips down,
The faces fade — no stars in town.
Red carpets stretch, then turn to tape,
The lights still flash but there’s no escape.
The city hums a broken chord,
“We built this,” bleeds from every board.
The Hollywood sign flickers, torn,
HOLLY WAR — where dreams are born.
Champagne dried, the hills go still,
The rich can’t climb their own landfill.
The truth leaks out, no names to blame —
We all drank the water, 
and it hit the same.

[bridge]
To the city of Los Angeles,
Let you be the example of this.
Red carpets roll while they sleep in the sand.
Champagne floods the hills 
Stains of pinot noir — Sunset Boulevard.



A merit-Hah-cracy it’s an atrocity
Prime time prophecy, bought by democracy

Tune in, get loud, get lost, repeat
Same script, new face, same deceit.

Tune in, get loud, get lost, repeat
Same script, new face, same fate.

Tune in, get loud, get lost, repeat
Same script, new face, same deceit.





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