Jolowmight(x) Cervantes and Rob J:
Injury, Death, Meaninglessness x 4
This is the Most Beautiful World that we’ll Ever Know
This is the Most Beautiful World but we’ll never know

It’s irrevocable, once it’s happened it’s done/ it’s irrecoverable, you can’t get back your son/ from the jail or the grave/ preacher said he misbehaved/ church labeled him a “sinner”/ so to flesh he’s a slave/ and can never be saved/ so hang the boy from a steeple/ his execution’s retribution/ no institutional evil/ racism, classism, sexism, ageism/ it’s amazing what you see on the other side of the prism/ things can still happen from randomness/ Katrina, tsunamis, natural processes/ anxiety, pettiness, senselessness/ and when you’re feeling low, there’s hopelessness/ it’s the pain that you feel when you being attacked/ it’s the trauma that you feel when you stabbed in the back/ it’s those kind of moments when no words can suffice/ no talking, dead silence, and no need for advice/ physical, spiritual, and psychological drama/ when you 40 years old, and you wanna call mama/ but mama’s struggling with cancer, and she short on prescriptions/ call the HMO and hell naw they ain’t listening/ and some children in this world grow up with no chance/ but we glorify that shit with a song and a dance/ MTV turns misery to a reality show/ but this is the most beautiful world, that we’ll ever know…

Rob J: I didn’t get here by myself… but sometimes it feels like I’m here by myself, no crutches or nothing… Injuries… Look. but I’m still walking. I don’t know if it’s the valley or the shadow of death….

My spaceship didn’t come with navigation/ no steering wheel, map, no signs, no explanations/ just a little frustration, insults and injuries, lost my godbrother, Brandon, back in ‘03/ first child is born, same year Capricorn/ six years old, her and her brother dead and gone/ song cry/ naw real tears that’s for certain/ son’s name/ right hand man/ closed curtains G.J./ and to add it all up and give props/ y’all called him Moosie/ I simply called him pops/ my heartbeat stopped for a second on this track/ keep your fiction and your diction/ I spit facts/ personal memories, devastating injuries/ be careful of what you ask for/ don’t put me out my misery/ ‘cause through all the pain, the misery and strife/ I’m injured but I’m breathing, now that’s real life…

Jolowmight(x) Cervantes: Death… we all gotta go/ but everyone’s journey ain’t the same/ hunger, dementia, gunfire, cocaine/ it’s enough to drive you insane/ blow out my brains/ it can’t be defeated or contained/ we spend our lives tryin’ to escape that uncomfortable feeling/ looking at the ceiling/ missing my grandmamma/ but that’s personal/ when ain’t death personal?/ when it becomes statistics, factoids/ I ain’t depressed or paranoid/ but for some this life is an endless void/ filled with lambs led to the slaughter/ men women children and animals drinking contaminated water/ I live so that you can die/ and folk wonder why/ some want God to crack open the sky/ but them same folk/ will sometimes wish their enemies eternal hell: slavery, genocide, forced prostitution, injury to dissolution/ to macabre murderous mutations/ nuclear annihilations/ gun cock, explode/ bombs strapped to chests/ bullet proof vests/ birds can’t even nest/ cause there ain’t no more trees/ my God I can’t breathe/ but I wanna believe… this world… this world is so damn meaningless… a chasing after the wind…

Rob J: Injury, death, meaninglessness/ economical bliss, man I’d be remiss/ to condone project homes, in a zone/ where people cries burned underground for so long/ sad song/ and let it pass over just like the wind/ revoking kinfolks and simply murdering friends/ because he stepped on your toes/ but it’s really your shoes/ your shoes (are) a lil’ dirty now you’re making the news/ juiced up like Tropicana, nowadays we shooting over text messages and killing in Savannah/ in Atlanta/ there’s a houseful of bullet holes/ APD (Atlanta police department) shooting a woman that’s one hundred years old

Jolowmight(x) Cervantes: The story’s been told, but we gone tell it again/ when your nemesis was once your best friend/ and folk in power won’t bend/ and hurricanes and ethnic cleansing displaces and sends/ I can’t pretend not to see it all/ damage, murder, absurdity, ecological destruction/ and you know they will never show/ ‘cause this is the most beautiful world, that I’ll never know