I don't really hate physicians (COVID disclaimed)

I don't really know whether defense attorneys are shitty

Cover Art is a re-imagining of some of the best rock love songs by Anderson Paak. The accomplished drummer, singer, rapper and producer masters capturing the heart of each song and infusing it with urban contemporary vibes. This is Anderson's first project since dropping his former moniker, Breezy Lovejoy.

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Anderson .Paak - Blackbird (The Beatles cover)

Vague criticism of how we cover national tragedies

Source for beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhn2j1xgrK4&t=140s 
(a recreation of Joey Badass' "Paper Trail$" beat)

Lyrics: 

Lyrics

Rug drains the blood, rain-
ment bears the scarlet stains
Tidal unrestrained
Splayed out on an infinite plane

A regal red blots the bed
A legacy contested
Maniacs pulling out muskets
And they fire empty flowers
One petal, on conscience devoured
Death looms, but cameras tower

So the powers they descend
Showering sayings, incense
“To the family I extend…”

And they say it with sincerity
No this ain’t no parody
But soon enough this travesty magically turns into a tragic detail
Mother’s wail whisked into the wind
Nobody listening

“Well, we are just getting updates from the scene… Tom could you give us a little more information about what’s going on?”
“Thank you Diane, yes the information is coming in by the minute, but reports are saying the cause of death could’ve been either…”

Hung, drugged, overdosed,
Heart broke, slit the throat
Pick a trope man…
“He’s bleeding out, comatose?”
And others make incisions
With that surgical precision
“FUuck they heart and they vision, send ‘em to eternal prison”

Crews cruise on 48 hours of news
Mother, brother, father interviewed
“I know your child just died and I don’t mean to be rude but could you, just a few questions?”
“No fuck you”

Cuz this a daily journey
One night, one faceless body on a gurney
Same shit laws and defense attorneys
 
Rubies litter linoleum
Night bitterly dystopian
Light leaves a soul again

But Death makes another friend
Right in his element
Live on acetaminophen 
Walking dead citizens
Beholden to our sins
Stricken with the human condition
Fuck the physicians
Caring don’t demand a prescription

Interviews secured
Suits walk out the door
Society self-assured
But the bodies pile on the floor.

[Money ain’t a thing if I got it…]

Public grief

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBsKzlL0FBU

Public grief

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