Open for Business

by Jimmy Jo Bucek

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released February 5, 2019

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Track Name: It All Means Nothing
Rhythm is my business
And business is booming!

Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
I want nothing for free
Hand me money
It better be a handful
Ya hand me money
I do nothing for free
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
I want nothing for free
Hand me money
It better be a handful
If ya hand me money
You want something to see

We are a product of propaganda
No more nice guy, you better off to drop your manners
She don’t love you, she doing it for the camera
New car new crib this, the life we take for granted
I need my money, or I’m a cause a tantrum
Wake up 2 PM, have a glass of Tropicana
You don’t like me, my bars too hot to handle
I hope my kids hate guns and play piano

Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
I want nothing for free
Hand me money
It better be a handful
Ya hand me money
I do nothing for free
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
I want nothing for free
Hand me money
It better be a handful
Ya hand me money
You want something to see
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
Hand me nothing
I want nothing for free
Hand me money
It better be a handful
Ya hand me money
I do nothing for free
I can’t get comfy
I can’t get comfy
In this country
I see is money and greed
It all means nothing
It all means nothing
It all means nothing
If you don’t believe
Track Name: Xhale
Take a deep breath
Exhale
Excuse me
While I express myself
Don’t forget to breathe
And exhale

America
Open for business
Get to the money
Make a career
Find you a woman
Buy a new home
Have a few children
Hope that they listen
We living in danger
Save for tuition
Send them to college
They miseducated
Missing the taxes
For history classes

That history fake
A hiccup of habit
Habitually happens
Back to get busy
Get a big raise
Company car
Start smoking cigars
Toast a few drinks
Over caviar to living large
(Ring, ring, ring)
Call from the office
It must be the boss
They cutting they losses
Increasing the profits
Leaving you jobless
Tossing and turning
Turn to the bottle
Bottoms up
But it’s becoming a problem
Soaking in sorrow
It grow to aggression
Becoming a mess
Next you try to play the victim
Got a new mistress
It help with the stress
Since your wife left
Life fallen to pieces
Had it all
But looks can be deceiving

Take a deep breath
Exhale
Excuse me
While I express myself
Don’t forget to breathe
And exhale

America
Open for business
Taking your children
Feeding them poison
Pointing they finger
Figures as fathers
Falling with bishops
Bitches n hypocrites
Building a system
Not for impoverished
Profits and lawsuits
Lost in a dark place
Raising the draw bridge
Taking the hard way
Waiting for God

I take it he’s gone
We waited all day
All month
All year
24/7
365
Not a single sight of him
But a sign that says
America
Open for business
Get to the money
It’s making us monsters
Mocking our freedom
Deep in the system
Devils and demons
Brothers and sisters
I'm helping you see them
We living a nightmare
Working for pennies
Working as peasants
Worshiping idols
Why do we do it?
Running through cycles
Tryna be current
Searching for perfect
Loving the weekend
Drinking to drive
Whats driving people
Ending my evening
Uneventful
But filled with meaning
Track Name: In BEtweEN
In-between
What’s real and what’s all fake
In-between
Our dreams is a long wait
In-between
Now, my fate and my mistakes
In a bind
But there’s still time get my shit straight
In-between
What’s real and what’s all fake
We in-between
If ya scared, don’t come out til it’s all safe
They all say the rock n the hard place
Lay between your heart and the hard way
I love this shit I’ll do it all day

Scripting the future, living in the moment can be tough to do
I'm spitting out their silver spoons
I don’t want anything to do with quitting soon
I'd rather split the slivers with my inner crew
Swinging through syllables
I don’t need a salary
Naturally patterns be slick n' smooth
Sorry, but We sticking to ourselves
I’ll admit that I’m selfish too
You have to, to have skills Improve
Cylinders turning
Or else we all fall in a new cartoon
Kylie Whyotee wigging out over witty news
The wick burning
I’ve learned what pouting in my pity do
Steel or the healing city
Quit digging for whats hip and new
We here to do
What we came to
I been Slick n smooth since I came out the womb n'
I plan to stick with it
Committed body and soul
Get it
Got it
Go

In-between
What’s real and what’s all fake
In-between
Our dreams is a long wait
In-between
Now, my fate and my mistakes
In a bind
But there’s still time get my shit straight

School n' work were on my list to do
To bad now I might not make it
I do spend a grip thinking
How people say that's what they like to do
But I ain’t like that
I like hip-hop
N' not the rappers that you’ve listened too
I don’t got time for crazy hoes and civil suits
An emcee spitting stupid shit
N' there's a lot of it
So he a silly goose
On a slippery slope in a middle of
No where
Now we got filthy groves
From 50's tunes. That fit 50 shades of 50 moods.
Now that’s a lot to do
Through thick and thin
In sticky situations
Our music
Fill ya heart n' fix ya blues
So keep ya head up high
Doing this for humankind
We all in this together
Turn the volume up
Let it ride cause we

In-between
What’s real and what’s all fake
In-between
Our dreams is a long wait
In-between
Now, my fate and my mistakes
In a bind
But there’s still time get my shit straight
Track Name: What we Want
Whatchu working for
Whatchu working for
Whatchu working for
Whatchu working for really:

Really, work for dollars?
Then spend the dollars
In don’t make sense
Cents in pockets just
Makes us hostage
To making profits
Fuck a job
I ain’t wit the system
We in-between
What we want
And tryna make a living

Are you alive
Or are you living?

Are you alive
Or are you living?

Aren’t you tired
Of the system?

Open your mind
You’ll see the business

Use only your eyes
You might miss it

The stakes is high
Power is wisdom
Track Name: 500
500
Years of fucking up the future
Forgetting that we did it
Middle of the case
Investigation from an
Eye witness
I’m a live every day like it’s my last cause the time ticking
There be people dying in the world
Who can’t survive hunger
Lives numbered
Dial numbers
Never let ya eyes wonder
I wonder
When we gonna make it out
Confined dungeons
Why are we paying to be imprisoned
By a system that don’t give a fuck
About us
I been hoping that I die younger

Die Young
Afraid to be old
Times up
Sleep peaceful
Die Young

500
Fires spreading
Headed to Armageddon
The end of time coming
The year is
Two thousand - 500
The sun too bright
Most us blind from it
Cyber optics helping us see
Welcome to the future
It ain’t 20 - 19
Run by computers
They even run the police
We evacuate to Mars
Cause it’s getting hard to breathe
Pardon me
Part of me wants to help
But I know it’s helpless
So fuck it
Party on
Park it there
We ain’t going anywhere
Aware that we need to change
But we all need some change
We all wear the blame for the

500
Years of fucking up the future
Forgetting that we did it
Middle of the case
Investigation from an
Eye witness
I’m a live every day like it’s my last cause the time ticking
There be people dying in the world
Who can’t survive hunger
Lives numbered
Dial numbers
Never let ya eyes wonder
I wonder
When we gonna make it out
Confined dungeons
Why are we paying to be imprisoned
By a system that don’t give a fuck
About us
I been hoping that I die younger

Die Young
Afraid to be old
Times up
Sleep peaceful
Die Young

Popping pills
Dropping lines
Doing anything to keep my options high
Often I
Hide away
Cause it’s tough dealing with reality
( Still )
Rather be in poverty than be in politics
Am I popping still?
Probably
I don’t got a will
I don’t think about it
I just do it
And then I do it some more
I got problems
But I leave em alone
Preaching peace and preservation like
A Nina Simone
Teeth to the bone
I feel I fear for my freedom
This Less than 500 seconds of lessons and I ain’t speaking alone
I ain’t sleeping no more
Knowing that Imma part of the

500
Years of fucking up the future
Forgetting that we did it
Middle of the case
Investigation from an
Eye witness
I’m a live every day like it’s my last cause the time ticking
There be people dying in the world
Who can’t survive hunger
Lives numbered
Dial numbers
Never let ya eyes wonder
I wonder
When we gonna make it out
Confined dungeons
Why are we paying to be imprisoned
By a system that don’t give a fuck
About us
I been hoping that I die younger

Die Young
Afraid to be old
Times up
Sleep peaceful
Die Young
Track Name: Living the Dream
Living in a nightmare
Scared to wake up
Out of breath running from my ideas
An Imma need a
Night in Tunisia
To ease the procedure
See I’m finally
leaving the rabbit hole
Slowly dying
Time can reevaluate valuable
Validation of my fears
Clear there’s no denying
We all here for theatricals
The world is a ghetto
So you better act natural
Pep in yo step
Stepping into tomorrow
Time to call it how I see
We’ve pushed past uncertainty
These memories a piece of always loving my life
N' if she remember me as a love or a lie
It don’t matter
Life can back track
In a bat of an eye
Chapters go by
Reminders of what I want and what I’m troubled to find
Keep it in mind that

What’s here today
Could be gone tomorrow

What we fear today
Is fear itself
Send help

Living in America
Where you judged by your color not your character
Categorized black white or mixed?
Nobody talk about heritage
Everybody busy talking shit
There’s no side to pick
We riding in the same boat
How long can we go hearing the same story
Don’t close your eyes when you aim it towards me
Shoot your best shot
But remember,
No ifs, ands or buts
No guts no glory
I must insist
If I think it, I can
I do it
My bets down this imperative
People persecuted and perishing
It ain’t fair
Living in America
Where I use superlatives to make you feel superior
Living in America
Where You’ll find statues of murders
Unmasked and staring at you
Cash rules this world its apparent
The truth been apprehended
Printing textbooks that keep pretending
Adding tension
Pretentious narrations with no intentions of sharing
Time is so precious
And this mess is embarrassing
Comparisons sounding controversial
Versions of same plot getting twisted
This is more than chaotic
It’s more than just hectic
It’s cordially dishonest
Dishing amends to the side
N' that’s the end of discussion
The amount of disparity is disgusting
No disguising my dialect of disappointment
Staying disciplined how I’m living
I never break a promise
Never distrusting my gut
I’ll never be part of the problem
Too busy cherishing what I got and it’s all 'cause I was I taught that

What’s here today
Could be gone tomorrow
What we fear today
Is fear itself
Send help
Track Name: The People
Today the day
Don’t let it waste away:

Power to the people, power
Power to the people, power
Power to the people, power
Power to the people
Track Name: August
We all fucked
I ain’t got shit
I’m sweating and it’s August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don’t need much
I’m leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can’t trust cops
I’d rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America

Mass hysteria
Mass media
Mastered shaping mass appeal
Peals away our character
Masking truth
Mass produce
The news ruining mother’s mascara
Mass shootings
Mass incarceration
There’s no use praying
The masses missing mass
The pastor masturbating
Massacres from LA to Massachusetts
I guess nothing matters
We all puppets doing
Masters bidding
But don’t be dipping in they pockets
Question the bosses mindset
N' find yourself jobless
All this attributed to selective hearing
Several years of
Corporate culture
Vulture eyes sadistic thinking
Quickly sinking
It’s sick they seeing people as just statistics
Just a number
Numb to consciousness
Ignorance the tip of the iceberg
And that’s where the problem begins
I said it before
I’ll say it again
Unless you a congressman

We all fucked
I ain’t got shit
I’m sweating and it’s August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don’t need much
I’m leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can’t trust cops
I’d rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then Lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America

It doesn’t get scarier
Instilling fear from feeling inferior
Police employing serial killers
This is serious business
Terrorizing they victims leaving kids without a father
I hope it haunts you
I hope you see
His face forever engraved in your memory
I hope your soul never Rest In Peace
Temperature rising got me sweating in a cold world
This a matter of survival deep inside a nightmare
Life lost no love felt
No question of suspects
Rosfeld free to roam
Bail unsecured
On house arrest but he ain’t home
He ain’t alone
There’s a load of
Officers
Better off in a morgue
Instead they acquitted in court
The system corrupt
Crooks n thugs pose to Serve and Protect
They Provoke and Destruct
There’s No Justice
No Peace
Track Name: It Could Be
I'm putting all my wishes in a bottle
Shaking it up
And throwing it against the wall
All those ship's set sail
I better pack my bags
Back to say fair well before I leave
Tomorrow
I’m putting all my wishes in this song
Been up so long
It’s hard to go to sleep
Hoping my rhyming take me overseas
Trapped living to work in a system
This country ain’t even close to free
See that’s the problem
When you been putting all your wishes in a bottle
People can steal it
Break it
Take what you made and make it a copy
They doing bad Business
I been Busy drinking coffee
Babies mamas don’t want conscious raps
No, they’d rather sip a bottle
I’m wishing my wishes don’t wind up at the bottom, like a hopeless dream
You either coping with dope, or praying the rosary
I ain’t smell the roses
I ain’t see the rose’s smiling since they son was murdered
Stand against injustice they just run us over
We must love and protect one another
They hoping we become hostile
Peaceful protests
A week later you see it happen in Chicago
I got a lotta reasons to stop putting wishes in my bottle
But I also see a lotta love
So I can’t keep this bottled up

It could be
If we all spread alotta love

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