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The Wolf Who Slaughtered the Village

from The Singles by July Quin

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No one ran when the wolf came
All the years that the boy cried
Tried to tell em I saw things
And they ain't even have foresight
Dysphasia, ADHD
Turned radiant, 88 key
Word Brainiac
Now the wolf cloaked
In a thick coat made in all sheep
Called maniac on me
Like patriots claiming this nation great again
But can't wait for the day we killed
Or locked up, off the streets
Projects in projects
But I aced most test they graded me
Because God gives strength most graciously
And I put faith in the way we gon give em hell
On days just me and me
Beat Fruity Loops to a pulp
Served up juice for the free
It's my main squeeze
Trigger finger, trigger blast
Drum kit sycophant
Red reaper, sickle cell
Hit the gas, zig and zag
Off the edge, little jagged
That's my braggadocious antidote
For a wounded child and his skewed exuberance
Blacked out the blueprints that suit him
And shaped his golden smile
Now if the shovel digs deep at what remains
Here's an anecdote
Did the agriculture find any grave for my plants to grow?
These notes rooted in a modest tone
From a ghost in a computer, shell
A hallow home
Born of confusion
I've been known
To not answer well
When I dwell
On the pseudo human scale
Ill'ed in a world that tells me
I can't do right by what compels me
Let em tell my tale and I'm a failure in every sense
Led insurrection
When my heart was tested
But jumped the fence
Shouldn't have contested
Or drawn a weapon
In my defense
When my complexion
Is that of restless
No mercy if
You not privileged enough for their common sense
Breads conflict and consequence
Cause the pride of men
Is a common death
If we honest here
And not modest here
It's Elementary
An its skin deep
But guides protect me
For many a century
So when my tank is empty
My karma's plenty
With odds against me
I can smell the lambs blood
On the wolf's tongue
And when wools pulled over they eyes
The hounds come
Should I tell them
Do they seldom know
What hell sprung
Would rebellion bring heirlooms
Or would deaf ears be the great fate that it fell on
Till then my melodies like felonies
As a cage bird sings heavenly
And I drop down from the ecstacy
I smell a...
I smell a wolf coming

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from The Singles, track released January 13, 2021
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by V. Ephraim
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

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July Quin New York, New York

A self-taught Bronx boy who produces, mixes, masters, writes & records his own music from his home studio. The composer of these Kaleidoscope Compositions.

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