Tim Nicks - THE JOKER Lyrics

Is that you, Sugarbumps
Who the hell are you
It's me, Sugarbumps
Oh, oh, thank God you're alive

Frye, is that what you heard
You set me up with a woman
A woman
You must be insane

Who power da hand GOD
Not a preaching fraud
Street marauder of peace fusaude
Revenge in pieces let me Saw it
Trace blood ink pens for stardom
Living in a realm people pardon
I magnify choices all quantum
Physics seeds passing through a condom
All the swearing I do
Dont need a Bible
Seek help from village its all tribal
Rewards after life its all final
The Killer instinct the resonates its all spinal
No MPs or threes they all vinyl
Vital signs expressed in song titles
All gas in park devils idle
Pleasure to greet tears
Hands wipe off salt
Area 51 the ghettos been left off
Living inside trauma assault
Life is lessons
Mama cried and taught
Pops gave it all it cost
Sun gave world gas a hall it Cost
In my eyes
In Moor eyes make them cat scan

I'm just a dog with a plan
Three Ks in a clan they can't understand
They took off the attire
Now they dressed as Batman
Street niggas ain't foot clan
Let the FBI tell it Malcom Shredder x clan
Gotta message
Cross burning
Roses next to wood burning
Poison ivy on the green niggas earning
See urban city yearning
Cause it's behavior of fake savior learning
We poor
Empty the shit bucket in the woods working
Mister Freeze
You black you guilty of skin color disease
Even before courts become certain
The badge corruption support versions Blue lives don't exist
You insist on taking lives of a innocent persons
Hurricanes give warnings
Revive African weather stirling
Weather machines or
Slave souls on coast conversions
Suspect right no Diddy
Social party wealth disturbing

Every bomb ain't Osama of dem American persons
Every outbreak
Is heartbreak of doctors lying burdens
Masked up still dying
CDC carrying diseases crying
Fake heros take zeros in timing
Funeral homes population benefit the dying
Look spirits is cheap when souls is sold flying
Pandemic notes dead birds was even heard crying
Share tables of content
A million views when a mill made casket views
226s bullet 227 a show Hal have to view
Growing old is
Realizing none of this shit meant for you
Superhero's do villian work
Moral compass involves the greed agreed

Maybe we can cut a deal
Jack
Jack is dead, my friend
You can call me Joker
And as you can see, I'm a lot happier
I love her
Ah, what a day