Jamey Lyon

Downward Spiral

downward spiral

Dear computer, are we more unkind to each other…

… or to ourselves?

Stomach sick, I wake again

To pings of shocking news

50 shades of red has beckoned

50 shades of blue

And oppositions now the mission

Our common earth is scorching

With low decisions, high emissions

Dystopia is boring

Pseudo application’s latent effects might be deadly

Your Twitter feed and posting scheme show plainly, we ain’t ready

While politicians scurry

The war machine is getting heavy

A market clash, a border clash, 

The opportunist’s medley

(mixed narration)

The money seed division,

The money kill us all

The money need revision

I’ve— been numbin’ all the pain

Hide the symptoms in the symptoms 

In the substance I abuse

Close— your eyes and hide the dark

Show your outrage tap a heart

Heart is growin’

Head is groanin’

Children dying

Brother’s spying

Red intention’s misdirected

Ammunition’s been infected

Blue is sinkin’

Lack of thinkin’

Gallow’s humor

Been erected

Money seeds division

And the money kills us all

Money needs revision…

Dear human, your money is fucking stupid

Money Needs

money needs

Yesterday, I laid my head down... and went to sleep.

Gratitude

gratitude

i’ve been— growin’ too long, hair’s at the end of it’s fading valent ro—oo—ope

lately I’ve been — feelin’ strong, locked myself away to work on what I know

But there’s still a pain (still a pain) oscillating through the games that I’v been playing all this time

27 projects finished up and filed away that haven’t earned a dime (no not a dime)

at least not yet— (not yet, not yet)

but why I gotta take out mortgages to just go out and live my fuckin’ life?

cause’ I’m feelin’ this inflation ain’t gone end in our elation

momma I swear, I’m trying to do it right... my life feels like...

Chorus

... bamboo growin’ underground over all the years—ars

and now I’m tryna keep my head above water to see if it’s worth the tears (worth the tears)

my life’s like bamboo growin’ undergrown over all the years—

and i’m burning down my sanity, just for light to repel my fuckin’ fears

fuckemup interlude

You ever wonder why everyone grows up thinkin’ as soon as they graduate it’s time to get married and have a kid?

You ever wonder who benefits from putting you into a new debt right after you get outta one?

You ever wonder that?

I do...

Verse 2

laid up late again, staring at the ceiling fan, pondering on everything, thinking that I have a plan

but what’s a man, what’s my life cause here’s the scam, toil till we lay and die,

thoughts that keep me up at night, don’t wanna fight but gotta fight

all the fuck news, I don’t get ya’ll, internet clips polarize thought

so the tie clips and the bank vaults can make a buck quick off the asphalt

you want a blue chip for the write off, and a new whip for the eyes on

is it too late for a blank slate? is it too late for me to sign off?

precho 2:

maybe not yet (maybe not yet)

might still have the time to grow my mind out of this dirty, poisoned rut

maybe its best (maybe it’s best)

if I pay my debts and leave the nest I thought for so long... that i loved.

Cause my life’s like...

leaving here

JCA Lyon

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