So much fucking emotion here in this part it twists my heart to hear it every time

Can anyone tell where exactly Juju is on the track verse/chorus wise?

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Its so pulszing hot and its not getting colder
In the sun trapped room of the eternal summer
The beings of the outside world
Are getting further away

And this searing heat is not going away
I found myself working
Through the night
Through the day

At the desk of the carpenter

Im finishing this woodwork because I feel like I have to
All the willow trees Im carving them away
Because I feel like I have to
Because I feel like I have to theres no other reason why

And if the sun goes any higher
Then youll never see me alive
And if the light singes our eyes
You know there wont be any life

Again
For the next
Two hundred thousand years

I said 
For the next
Two hundred thousand years

And I take my head out the sand
And I look around
And its full of life
Theres only light

And I pack up all of my wooden carvings
And I walk out the door
And I walk out the door

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Why cant we all just get along

Im so HAPPY! [me]

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“Requiem for a Flawed Capitalism” is a ciphered indictment — a funeral verse for a system that promised freedom but delivered exhaustion. It’s not just a critique of capitalism’s excesses; it’s a requiem because the damage is already done, and the mourning is overdue.
Here’s the architecture behind the lyric:
Conceptual Spine is based on W.E Du Bois’s warning — “The slave went free; stood a brief moment in the sun…” — becomes the opening wound.
That “moment” is reframed as a false dawn, where emancipation mutated into wage servitude, and the plantation became the platform.
Central Metaphor: The Spin Cycle
Old stains: slavery, colonialism, racial capitalism
New detergents: democracy, meritocracy, “equal opportunity”
Fresh cycles: gig economy, debt peonage, algorithmic bias
Fabric softener: diversity optics, corporate inclusion, sanitized history The metaphor exposes how exploitation is rebranded, not removed — the drum keeps spinning, and we tumble again.
Visual and Emotional Tone
Urban decay, discarded tech, fog-drenched skylines — the imagery reflects a world where capital has outlived its conscience.
The lyric doesn’t beg for reform — it architects rupture, naming the mechanisms and refusing the soft lies.
Cipher Rap × Funeral Cadence
The delivery is Nas-style: poetic, militant, reflective.
It’s not just a rap — it’s a requiem, a eulogy for a system that never mourned its victims.
The chant:
Why It Resonates
Because it doesn’t just name the problem — it exposes the architecture, flips the optics, and demands clarity. It’s not nostalgia. It’s not reform. It’s a ciphered reckoning.

Why cant we all just get along

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