I Wonder (NOT FINISHED)

Hi Right Now (Ft & Produced by 02160)

Living on a prayer(I don't care)

My Father

Song says it all.

Written By: J.Beazy D.B.M.
Performed By : J.Beazy D.B.M. ft. Kdub (of BlackLightCity)
Beat Produced By: Sinima Beats
Produced By: The Tool Room

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Struggling To Survive

First beat I've made. Just messing around, getting the feel for the keys and the programs. Please leave me some feedback.

First finished

Written by. J.Beazy
Cowritten by. KDub of Black Light City
Performed by. J.Beazy and KDub
Produced by. Sinama beats
Engineered b. High Priest of Agency Gang.
Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.

Crash Landing

Fairweather Friends By J.Beazy
Written by J.Beazy
Beat Produced by Sinima 
Engineered by High Priest

Fairweather Friends By J.Beazy

**LYRICS**

I was desperate, Just needed a paycheck/ Maybe a college education, thought, what the heck
Just sign next to dotted line, maybe in due time/ All that I been dreaming about, could be mine
But I was, ignorant, Didn't know what I was gettin in/ Fresh outta highschool, still just a little kid back then
Me and some friends, think it totalled bout eight of us/ Signed our lives to our nation didn't think of our fate that much
Now we're marching in thier boots and eating thier food/ Getting screamed at by chief and learning all their damn rules
Uniform was damn cool, Rico suave, Dress blues/ Didn't realize at the time, we was just some more tools
Fool no more, I won't settle your score/ Promise to the constitution, not some industry whores
Had to take a minute and pause, cause realization had dawned/ Americans the terrorists, who we protecting liberty from?


 Chorus 1
And that's the moment, I became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground, wondering where do I go/ Decisions up to this, are all based on survival


Bridge 1
 About that time again, I started burnin hydro/ Fuck the chain of command, and your rules how high can I go?
L after L I blow, cause hell, I know/ Piss away a UA and go from hell back to home


Verse 2
He was desperate, another night in a cold tent/ In a land he never planned to, or thought he'd be sent
Mind bent, searching for some understanding/ In the distance he hears bombs, gunfire and helo's landing
Demanding, from higher ups, a reason for the devistation/ If it weren't for luck, his creator, he might be facin
Not for his nation, he already knew this/ Leaders still can't agree on the reason why we do this
Just lost his unit, that's why he was transferred here/ Still in shock, sargent just thinks it's fear
Monger of war, he made his postion clear/ Battle hardened heartless man, he never shed a tear
So as punishment for questioning his government/ Jason got 4 weeks of convoy, at the front of it
And ran his luck to shit, cause on night number three/ the truck Jason drove, hit an I.E.D.


Chorus 2
And that's the moment, He became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground, wondering where do I go/ Decisions up to this, are all based on survival


Bridge 2
And as he lay there, bleeding out in the sand/ Sidearm in his hand, in his vision was the man
He, hate and dispised, for all this pain and lies/ J's last thought before he died, he aimed at sarge and took his life


Verse 3
He was desperate, tipped the bottle to the last drip/ wishing the reminising and dreams would all quit
Ocean of depression, was restlessly swimming in/ No sleep, when he closed his eyes, all he'd see is kids
And women, and men, and the things that he had did/ Begging for forgiveness, why didn't he question then?
He picked up his pen, put it to the paper/ Didn't know who to address it too, thought, he'd do it later
Wrote how he favored, killing and it made him sick/ Still lost for the cause of why he turned out like this
Just followed orders, didn't know they'd abandon him/ Back in his own borders, no crutch to stand up with
Wrote all he saw in afghanistan and iraq/ Reread the letter, signed it Sgt. Nathan Plast
Thought to next task, knew it'd be simple/ Grabbed the pistol off the table, Put it to his temple.

chorus 3
And that's the moment, He became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground, wondering where do I go/ Decisions up to this, are all based on survival

Bridge 3
Full of fear, as a tear slipped his cheek/ Picked up his glass, finished his last drink
Glanced in the mirror with a smile and a wink/ Gave his hand a little squeeze, last thing he felt was heat

Last Chorus
And that's the moment, You became a desperado/ Man without a plan, just standing at the crossroads
Fork in the foreground,

J. Beazy of D.B.M.

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