04 Southern Man

I'm Winning

Police brutality is a real problem in this fucking country
cops kill more people here than in the entire European continent
It’s not just a race war, although the color of your skin
can determine whether or not you get to live
If a fucking pig is having a bad day
Militarized Police Force in America is a fucking plague
We send home discount toys from Iraq for them to purchase
Fuck the Police is barely scratching the surface
I resent the fact that every time I talk to a cop
I feel scared instead of protected,
they’re condescending as fuck, 
because they know they’re carrying a gun
and the full support of the law
My life is in their hands whether I like it or not.
and that’s raw when there is a balance in place
but when they get in our face
And try their fucking best to instigate
the way we were raised 
means most will be defending ourselves
but that’s the game plan, 
cause then they throw your ass in a cell,
if you’re lucky
I’ve had cops threaten to fuck me
for fighting back after they found me sleeping and woke me
With nice little concussion
that day jules reached a conclusion
this police brutality nonsense
only has one clear solution
We are at war,

and the enemy’s not really the cops
It’s the military industrial complex that gave them their guns
because most,
are actually just doing their jobs
but when they don’t speak up against the few
They’re all complicit as fuck
and they’re killing us
trying to paint all minorities villainous
Marginalized and provoked
by fucking ignorant thugs
That made their way through the system
and someone gave them a gun
told them “go Serve and protect”
and now they shoot for the throat

Not every cop’s a racist,
but every racist cop is armed
and the lack of transparency 
is the most clear and present harm
because we are at war.
and it fucking feels like we’re losing
When Every day on TV
you see more fucking ignorant bullshit
Eric Gardner getting choked
Mike Brown getting shot
Dillon Taylor getting gunned down
Rest in peace Hector Morejon
Australian cops kill 15 people a year
105 in American in August 2015
We are at War
Welcome to Fury Road.


Fury Road

"Wearing A Bear" by P.O.S off of Chill, dummy out now on Doomtree Records

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Raps by P.O.S
Beat by Lazerbeak
Mixed by BJ Burton
Mastered by Huntley Miller at HM Mastering 
Artwork by Michael Gaughan

DTR-060

Wearing A Bear

P.O.S - "Wearing A Bear"

We Let the Monsters Past the Gate
White America caved into Hate
Read your history books again...
America was never "Great."
Fear won the battle,
but HOPE's making a comeback,
and We're STILL Here.


(Verse)

We’re still here with with our teeth clinched and our fists balled
Protesting an election that honestly, The Electoral College lost,
We’re the resistance, The last line of defense
Between the riffles and the fence
And we’ll take back the fucking castle,
And defeat the ghost of ignorance…
But they’re not the ones to blame;
We got complacent and settled
For the most beatable candidate
We played to remain, they played to win…
And if we are to begin to allow the pendulum to swing
We have to restructure or definition of the american dream
The arc of the universe is long, but it bends in our favor
This is a culture civil war, and every trench is a neighborhood.
We treated this as an election and not an emergency
And now the white house is under siege
We’re getting everything ready to RISE UP in two years.
Flip the senate blue, Let’s make a historical sweep.
Get off your laptop, print out flyers and hit the streets…
This is only the second act, the rising action
The racist assholes, have put a snake oil salesman
In charge of the fucking white house.

HOOK

We Let the Monsters Past the Gate
White America caved into Hate
Read your history books again...
America was never "Great."
Fear won the battle,
but HOPE's making a comeback,
and We're STILL Here.


(MONOLOGUE)

There’s no such thing as Blue Lives,
That’s fucking ignorant,
We’re not against police, 
just allergic to being murdered.
I can count on one hand the times that I’ve spoken to the cops
About anything at all and didn’t fear being shot
Just because I wasn’t born here….
And that’s the actual fear,
A racist asshole with a badge 
With permission to make me disappear
With ZERO repercussions,
Even maybe promotions,
Zimmerman’s alive for the same reason
We don’t send Bankers to prision…
There is a bug in the system.
Rooted in Racism.
Enter the monster, He exploited our flaws
It was an internal assault, We are all at fault…
Long before Russia picked a stake in this race
We dividided the place in a way that only breeds hatred…
So hatred grew, Personified by Pence, and Trump
Rednecks clinged to their guns,
And we pretended that it wasn’t our fault…
Now we’re fucked, but those of us alive in two years
Need to lead this country to begin to heal…
We’re STILL here.


We are still here.

We're Still Here Ft. Elves

Into World Unknown - Royalty Free

Sadboy bullshit I’m so sick of it.
Sadboy bullshit I’m so sick of it.

Turn down the lights, god damn it this hangover’s alive
Turn down the tone of your voice with your ridiculous plight
Maybe I’m just old and jaded, but it’s time to accept it
Four albums later, my music makes me sound like an entitled shithead
I’m tired of complaining, tired of explaining
Depression at length, if it’s a crutch well then maybe
We should be crawling instead, or maybe taking our meds.
I will walk half-speed before I keep on excusing
Self destructive behavior when it’s just sadboy bullshit
It’s cop outs, nuisance and a fucking fetish for nooses
Playing the victim when I’m the one inflicting the bruises...
I’m tired of bitching, I snorted my inheritance
Had 3 mill in my bank account, we both know where it is.
I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your help.
I want your jaw to hit the fucking floor
With my next verse, 
I want your awe and respect.
I want unrivaled success
I want to prove to the world
There was a reason I didn’t kill myself
Here’s to hoping this helps...

I’m done with Sadboy bullshit. 
I’m done with Sadboy bullshit. 
I’m done with Sadboy bullshit. 
Let me say it again

I’m done with  Sadboy bullshit I’m so sick of it.
Sadboy bullshit I’m so sick of it

My happiness is a collection of every time I didn’t kill myslef
Every time I found something to distract me instead
And kept the noise outside my head.
Then why the fuck did I spent 10 years celebrating this other shit.
The lonely times I spent battling with my brains.
Are all immortalized in songs, 
Not an ounce of happiness in my music,  
but I wasn’t lacking it tho,
I just fucking focused on the darkness too much.
And let the sadness evolve till that shit got out of control
It’s not cool to be edgy, I don’t live with my parents
I’m not trying to defend it I think the motive’s transparent.
I spent a decade and change begging the world for attention 
Carving shit in my wrists, while steadily smiling over the table
Tired of the nonsense, accountability incoming
I can’t control my imbalances, but I’m in charge of my fucking choices,
And guess what? I’m fucking tired of bragging 
about drowning in my first world problems,
Fuck them.

These words escape my brain cause I’ve been dying to let this out
It’s been a minute since the last time that my music made me proud.
That’s the reason I left hip hop and threw the fuck down on some house
I couldn’t reconcile the thoughts I had with the words coming out my mouth.
I had to stop to figure this out, and find the proper way to word it
Treat the concept with importance and convince myself that I was worthy
Of making music, and hijacking your attention
No one needs another drunken sad man’s perspective

I know my voice sounds shaky, and my strategy is not perfect
But I think it this  worth it.

Julesy - Sadboy Bullshit

Raindrops keep falling in my brain
I'm coping static charges
listening for dissonance and dissing friends
and I feel retarded… shit, rewind this. 
I said…. fuck it, open up my bar tab, hand me a napkin
bitch, I'm fucking starving, bring me that thing...
Jello shots? yeah, lots of those
I need this goo, let's make a toast.
to all of those who'd like the host
of all their high school binges to just overdose
My loyal bros would rather bang the blue haired hoes
than get me out of my head at this point, that shit sucks
another fucking weekend in miami close to eating faces
if we're honest for a second I'm just frankly amazed this
life hasn't ended, shit, it's tough to pretend it
hasn't been closed but I failed 
bullets are fucking expensive.
Myles is sick of trying to prevent it,
and who can blame him.
if ever forget to pull out on a bitch, he can name them
I owe him everything.
everyone else could take a lesson about loyalty
Cause is not just me you all constantly fuck over royally

I fucking hate sobering up
when I'm fighting you will never catch me covering up.
I like the damage. Seven concussions twenty broken bones, 
but yet somehow I manage. I fucking love the carnage.
Jules grew up in a broken home a broken dome's
the temple for this fucked acid brain I own.
shit I've been thrown to windshields, and yea, I crawled home
the fuck alone, need friends like those? come borrow some.
those bridges burn. that friendship's gone.
I've learn to battle life on my own
I'm the only one who gives a fuck if I survive
I've learned the only friend who's got your back in life is a knife
funny, and poetic, but still true, and pathetic
How did life get here, I guess it's my fault I let it, I get it.
forget it, We regret nothing, we'll just rebuild from here
let's hope that one day all the demons in my closet just sorta disappear
there's something I'm wrestling with, not yet diagnosed
but it was kept medicated with all that shit up my nose
-snort- 
gross.

"Wake up, 
you're slowly killing yourself, it's ridiculous.
at your last N/A meeting you neglected to speak of this
you don't know how to cope with another best friend being gone
he hit you up to chill that weekend but yet again you weren't home 
it's not your fucking fault"
I finally get it I'm sorry, It's disrespectful to your memory to make them worry
you'd want me to be happy, you'd want me to have it all
The band I promised you we'd tour with, and golden records on my wall
I'm trying, I got this, I swear I'll get it together
I know exactly what I want, and I'm just swimming to get there.
just like you taught me, face the storm head on and smile
It's sunny out and there's waves, so we'll be here for a While, just you and I.
meet me on the other side.

Fury Road

Jules E. Abril

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