Life's Got A Way​.​.​.

by Jon Goode

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This is a 7 track mixtape that explores the themes of religion, love, choices and life. As an artist I do mainly acapella spoken word performances so this is an exploration of music and rhythm alongside spoken word poems. Listen and pay what you would like :-). Cheers!

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released 05 September 2013
Long Dollar is produced by Shanti Om/ facebook.com/ShantiOmm
Help is produced by Naja Embre/ facebook.com/naja.theartist

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Track Name: Shanti Om, Jon Goode - Long Dollar Ft Jon Goode
Long Dollar
by Jon Goode

Mr. Jones in his Sunday best pacing
Mrs. Jones in her Sunday dress waiting Impatient
For the ushers to begin
To usher in the church congregation
To hear about God’s salvation
And Satan’s temptation.
The flock heavy with sin
The church a weigh station
While pastor lay in wait to waylay em,
Lift lions and slay lambs at the gate
Testify, pacify and past the plate.

And the Choir sang their song
The congregation sang along
Waving their hands
And their Martin Luther King fans
But they weren’t fans of Martin Luther
Or Christ the martyr
They worshipped at the altar of the Long Dollar.

And there I am eighteen years old
Running in late dressed in street clothes
And when my feet hit the church doors
In jeans and shelltoes
It seemed hell froze
I was greeted with heaven help’s
And hell no’s
I suppose those folks in salvations army
Fo sho don’t shop at the salvation army
They all smelled like obsession
I pray the scent of salvations on me.

And the Choir sang their song
The congregation sang along
Waving their hands
And their Martin Luther King fans
But they weren’t fans of Martin Luther
Or Christ the martyr
They worshipped at the altar of the Long Dollar.

The preacher screamed “No Weapon formed can harm me!”
Which seemed right he had a right tight army
In fact I bet not a single congregant had even touched the hem of his garment yet.
So I sat in the front row right next to Ms. So & So
She wore her skirt real high and her hat real low
And you know that it was known to everyone
That after the pastor would make her speak in tongues.
No one was sure if he was reaching them
But shepherd sheared the sheep
He was fleecing them.
He was preaching and teaching to the young
Tell them who they are and who they should become
And behind doors he was touching them
Under parents nose he was touching them
Soon it was exposed that he was touching them.

And the Choir sang their song
The congregation sang along
Waving their hands
And their Martin Luther King fans
But they weren’t fans of Martin Luther
Or Christ the martyr
They worshipped at the altar of the Long Dollar…
Track Name: Laugh & Cry
Laugh & Cry
by Jon Goode

I don’t think love is what you think it is.
People start thinking white picket fence
Thinking house thinking kids
But forgetting the years and tears it takes
With the spouse to build
The foundation. They get straight
To the fornication & procreation without taking
Into consideration what it’s going to take to last and live
With this beautiful m#therf#cker.
F#ck around and discover
That her IQ is not so acute
and to boot her hygiene ain’t what it should be.
She's more skunk than flower bed
and she finds out that he flunked out of high school
And beneath the shower head he’s been known to pee pee.
He cheated on you in year three and got a virulent case of VD
From trani in DC.
You were ready to move the family
From GA to VA to CT
But instead went to weekly counseling
His vices he completely denounced them; and
That was over ten year ago
You weathered that rough sea
And now you been married for fifteen years or mo’.
You've seen the good bad and the ugly
And remained in that thing…
Now that’s how real love survives no doubt,
No matter that stuff Mary J Blige be singing ‘bout

I think when it comes to love
You were sold a bill of lading.
Told it's all about feeling great and
Feeling waves of feelings cascading
Across your landscape.
Until the day when
The waters part and depart
and she walks all over your dry heart
like Egyptian foes pursuing Moses and the Hebrews escaping.
it was written I supposed when the earth was created
But it’s getting hard to hold it all together when she’s taking
The kids and the cash in the account
Now her ass is out in the street speed dating.
You're using weed and speed when you need to be using restraint and patience.
Take it easy compandre before you find yourself in Sierra Madre
Taking the cops on a slow speed chase in
A white bronco;
Gun against your dome
Black gloves thrown out the window
Onto the interstate facing
Life in the state pen
With a bunk mate
That Loves to hate killers
But loves to make love to straight men
Already awaiting.
Whether you choose your own adventure
Or believe in fate friend
Think that love thing through
I suggest you start today man.

I think when it comes to love
You may have been sold a scripture.
Told to picture Proverbs 18:22
Where it says any who finds a wife finds a good thing
But these days you better be dam sure you find a good ring
Before you get all down on the dam floor and things
Dirtying up your dungarees, the knees of your trousers
Trying to please and espouse her
With that hood bling.
N!@@a please
I know how ya
Go to Candler flea market
For bootleg CD’s,
gold teeth and shells
But you can’t hand her that b#llsh!t you get
From a cat named Ishmael in booth five aisle twelve.
She's liabel to hit you with a bible and tell your crazy ass to go to hell
Or at least stop being lazy and idle and take your crazy ass to Zales.
I know they say it’s not about the ring, I laugh because I can’t tell.
It’s like a golden calf because the idol is real;
And if the marriage don’t last or the engagement fails
She’ll hock that thing at the Candler pawn shop
From a fraction of the cost; a real TJ Maxx of a deal.
Track Name: Green Grass
Green Grass
by Jon Goode

To the man looking over the fence the grasses tint
Always appears
To be much more dense much greener than his

There’s a man living in his house
With no spouse
Looking out at his neighbor's wife
Thinking about how he’d really like
To savor, date her & make her his.
Then there’s that esteemed neighbor
Whose demeanor and behavior
Point to his happy stable life
With his wife and his kids.
But every chance he’s got as of late
He’s trying to plot his escape
From the cul-de-sac lot
Because he loathes and he hates
His lot in life, the way he lives.
He’d love to be single like that neighbor of his;

But if they could trade spaces trade places
I’d give
Each man about a month
before he sees that thing he wants
and believes that he needs
is not what it seems to be
that greener grass is often times
dandelions, just pretty weeds.

But
Regardless of Exodus
Twenty seventeen
Every man envies what he’s seen;
Think and believes that he needs
What the Joneses have
But every man is on his own path;
Treading on his own patch of grass
So you better learn fast to bask
in your own green grass at last

Because it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener

There’s a guy on the job looking at his boss
Wishing that his check and rings,
Lex and range were really his.
Then there’s the boss looking back at his employee
Thinking that boy he’d
Love to lose the shirt and tie
kick it with the guys
And just have a couple beers.

There's a boy working on a gig and a college degree
Looking at the dope boy down the street
Wishing the
Cash, freaks and gear were really his.
The dope boy looks back at the college kid
And thinks he doesn’t run from the police
Doesn’t sleep with his heat in his hand out of fear
And wishes that was the life that he lived.

There’s a girl sitting in the crowd thinking how
She’d like to stand beneath the lights
And sing just like Brittany or Whitney, Mariah
And there’s
a Hanna Montana Miley Cyrus
Copacabana wirey siren
Singing through her sinus
That would love to leave the stage
Be normal for the rest of her days
And just play with the other kids;

But the grass is never
as green as it appears
A thing is rarely if ever
As good as it seems that it is.

But
Regardless of Exodus
Twenty seventeen
Every man envies what he’s seen
Think and believes that he needs
What the Joneses have
But every man is on his own path
Treading on his own patch of grass
So you better learn fast to bask
in your own green grass at last

Because it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener
Track Name: Illustrated Woman
Illustrated Woman
by Jon Goode

After thirty years or more
Of sailing solitary seas
And crashing upon these
Rocky relationships
I washed upon a Green shore.
There I became entranced when faced with this
Animated picture
On the canvas of your nakedness
An ever changing permanent fixture
That cannot be removed. A tattoo in fact
across the breadth of your back
That depicts two people in the act
Of growing old together
Of paving pathways foretold
In past days when the gods forebode
That separately at best they’d meet forks in life’s road
But together surf past any stress
Surpass any test
Live, laugh and survive
Deride anything less
Than the content of their hearts, minds and souls.
It’s the heart that finds and binds two souls
And adds the sunrays on those days when the times grow dark and cold.
I’ve heard some say and even I’ve been taught and told
That time is not what we think it is.
People may marry as adults
But as soon they entered the womb
They were linked.
And I think that it was as a kid
That the ink
First dripped and began to sink into the surfaces
Of your shoulder blades
And made its way
Down your spine
And in time came to raise
A depiction of two people living
Out their life’s mission
Their life’s work and vision
Wife, husband and children
All giving
Your skin purpose that permeates beyond the mere surface
And façade of the dermis.
And I came to understand and truly learn this fact
Around the same time you said you’d written a poem on my back
Down my arms and legs, across my face, chest and that
With your naked finger you’d dotted I’s and crossed T’s
And through time and danger I’ve rebuked lies and crossed seas
To find myself on your shore
Staring at a picture on your back
Drawn for sure by the gods
Of the future, present and past
And what’s more and kind of odd
Is that as the image gets clearer
It looks less like a photograph
And more like a looking glass mirror.
There’s a picture
On the canvas of your naked back
An ever changing permanent fixture
That cannot be removed a tattoo in fact
That depicts two people in the act
Of growing old together
Through the heat and the cold
Sunny days and stormy weather
Surviving life’s days and nights
On love and just trust…
And love what I've come to know and just trust
Is that the two people in the picture
Look just like us.
Track Name: What you Gone Do
Twenty Two in his waist band/ his fist balled up like paper in the waste can/ He told his man he’d cased the place and there is no time to waste fam/ no time to wait and/ security came on at 8 but took his break kind of late/ the plan?/ slam the gun into his face and make him take you to the safe/ and then/ make him open it and take everything that lay within/ escape into the alley a stolen black Denali is what he said that he’d be waiting in/ little did he know, understand or comprehend/ that often goes astray the best laid plans of mice and men...

What ya gone do when it all falls down?
What ya gone do when the walls fall down?
What ya gone do when the law comes ‘round?
What ya gone do, what ya-what ya gone do?
What ya gone do when your lady’s gone?
What ya gone do when them days get long?
What ya gone do once it’s all gone wrong?
What ya gone do, what ya-what ya gone do?

He thinks on the course that got him there/ his face balled up like beady bead coarse nappy hair/ of course his mom and pappy/ went and got divorced/ and he felt forced to make the rent so he spent his nights with his boys/ selling in the stairs/in the projects is where they fought for what they thought and were taught was there's/ between juve, county and the courts/ he found himself lost and here/ comes the night of/black mask black gloves/he told his man “You go through the front and I’ll meet you in the truck around back cuz.”

What ya gone do when it all falls down?
What ya gone do when the walls fall down?
What ya gone do when the law comes ‘round?
What ya gone do, what ya-what ya gone do?
What ya gone do when your lady’s gone?
What ya gone do when them days get long?
What ya gone do once it’s all gone wrong?
What ya gone do, what ya-what ya gone do?

His partner in crime came running out the backdoors/four bullets in his back near his spine shooting over his shoulder backwards/ He jumped in the back just in time; just before the gas pedal went flat against the floor/ He had his bleeding back flat against the passenger side door/ When asked what went wrong/ He said the safe had a silent alarm/ that when tripped alerted another four of five/ armed to the teeth security guards/ out to catch a thief/ I was lucky to escape alive/ that’s what he said just before he died/ that’s when blue lights began to ride/ up from behind and by the driver's side/ and all driver could do was drive and in his mind try to decide ...

What ya gone do when it all falls down?
What ya gone do when the walls fall down?
What ya gone do when the law comes ‘round?
What ya gone do, what ya-what ya gone do?
What ya gone do when your lady’s gone?
What ya gone do when them days get long?
What ya gone do once it’s all gone wrong?
What ya gone do, what ya-what ya gone do?