Things
By Joy Lynn Clark
06/17/2024
I wrote this song sixteen years ago as I was watching the tale of the “infamous” Burr Oak Cemetary scandal https://daisyfriday.net/burr-oak-on-the-colored-side/ unfold on the local Chicago news. I still had not known that I had ancestors buried there but I was asking around. As I heard the story, my mind drifted off about vampires, zombies, and grave robbers. Things is part of a larger work that I was going to make a, “rock opera”. I never managed to finish it but, there are a few more tunes. I also arranged the original duet to a solo. I never got my settlement.
Below is a palatable, work in progress.
7/17/2024 I decided to try EBU128 on this mixdown so, there it is. Not sure if I am going to change it or not. Lets let it marinate. I am thinking, “Dance Mix!”
Copyright 2007 American Princess Beatz, Lyrics
Copyright 2024 Pending
Things
I love shiny bling. Jewels, gems, golden rings.
We gon show em how we running this
Take their chiefs chain and roll up in his whip
Now the ground is thawed its spring
Bet the old graves still have bling
We gon show em how we running this
Getting money insane now we got a grip
We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains
We need these things, for the pain there is no cure
We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains
Need these things, the chains help me feel secure
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay,
Im gon get mine anyway
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay
Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway
I’m gon creep and sneak into this room and peek
My guys outside digging ditches
And in the end we gon be the richest
Come in as I please cause I copied the bosses keys
And I wear my mask so I won’t get a sickness
We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains
We need these things, for the pain there is no cure
We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains
Need these things, the chains help me feel secure
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay, I’m gon get mine anyway
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway
So I slide my key in the knob
On this baller I’m about to rob
I hear a sound what the heck is that
Damn I think I just got scratched
I know my boys coming soon
Gonna get my bag fully packed
Going down and we all on track
Being broke I aint going back
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay,
Im gon get mine anyway
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay
Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway
Lite my cig, take a swig while this ditch I dig
think I’m bold but with this gold my rep will grow big
hear a click and I know Ive hit my merchandise
so I pop the top and I grab my stock
my enemies will all think twice
We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains
We need these things, for the pain there is no cure
We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains
Need these things, the chains help me feel secure
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay,
Im gon get mine anyway
These are hard times and I’m gon get mine
No matter who must pay
Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway
