Curbside Jones Sheep Szn
[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
Did you hear what they said?
Did you hear what they said?
Did you hear what they said?
[Verse 1: Curbside Jones]
This is an open letter to those
Whose say they're better than me
You little ducks couldn't hold
The right angle letter to me
That's an L
See I prevail where you fail
Got enough juice to share with the class for show and tell
Heard if you ain't got nothing nice to say
Just add some autotune on it
Talk about how you pushing ye
And then act a coon on it
Got fam getting shot at
For what you perpetrate
Silence is golden, chico!
Take your time it's worth the wait
Whether it's 2.2 pounds of what you put on a plate
Patience is key stop snitching and get that bull off your plate
[Chorus: Curbside Jones]
Now what we talkin' 'bout?
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
What we talkin' 'bout?
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
[Verse 2: Curbside Jones]
I saw them get tunnel vision
Honed in on that pyrex
Got the devil and lost homies sitting
Placing side bets
Knowing consequences are massive
12 dog us like mastiff, man
My people gotta eat
No time for being passive so
[Chorus: Curbside Jones]
What we talkin' 'bout?
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
What we talkin' 'bout?
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
[Verse 3: Curbside Jones]
Players we ain't the same
My stature is Atlas
Belt by Orion
Find your balance
Get more practice
My mother worked two jobs
While my pops was in the household
We working talk is cheap
So I dipped my teeth in gold
I know that's that same shit
They identify the slaves with
The revolution's not makeshift
We taking back the slave-ship
Parallell park that bitch
On the White House lawn
Got the bloods and the crips watching
If they wanna trip the alarm
Dear Heavenly Father
I pray they try to run my fade
They used to hang us from the trees
And use our bodies as shade
So what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Chorus: Curbside Jones]
What' I'm talkin' 'bout?
What' I'm talkin' 'bout?
What' I'm talkin' 'bout?
What' I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Verse 4: Curbside Jones]
We gotta shift the paradigm
Don't give 2 cents or time to pantomimes
Keep the vision two pair of dimes
With those who trying to to sample mine
Had a homie pass before he hit eighteen
So I gotta do this right here
For all my kings and my queens
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Outro: Gil Scott-Heron]
But the story didn't end there
And so we didn't stop there
We have prepared a sequel and it's called...
[Narration: Rob D]
As the door of the thrift store opens we find our beloved sheep standing outside the storefront. He turns, and sees his reflection in the store window but can make out what, or better yet who, is staring back. He questions if this change is for better or for worse. Then he has a revelation. A lesson he was taught as a young lamb. Never forget sheep: Mama knows best
