this is it
Soul Track | this is it by jactharipper | Free Download
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Jac, Jaccy, Jac Tha Ripper, Jac Tha Rippa, Ripper, Rippa, El
Jac is the guy that fucks your daughters, makes them cry, and sniffs their panties. He's the guy that pee's on your dog when you're asleep when the son of a bitch won't stop barking. He drinks beer and liquor like there isn't such a thing as alcohol poisoning, and he smokes cigarettes like he could beat cancer by flexing for 2 minutes. We could ALL learn a thing or two from this warm, loving man.
SoundClick artist jactharipper presents "this is it", an outstanding release in the Soul genre. It provides textures that deepen the overall emotional resonance. The track delivers a memorable listening experience in this genre, and effortlessly connects with the listener. "this is it" has peaked at number 4 on the SoundClick Soul chart. jactharipper is an independent artist on SoundClick, releasing Soul music directly to fans worldwide. You can download this track free of charge.
Lyrics
[verse]:[1]
the last thing that I need, is a reason
for me to stop breathin', I mean, I'm alive,
but I aint got feelins', my heart's barely beatin'
and only because it's outa' my hands
feelin' suicidal like supporting bush while walkin' the streets of Iran
god damn... my life's a fuckin' struggle,
it's to the point my friends say what's up, and all I reply is "fuck you"
cause they honestly know, I probably won't
make it to next week, and it's said that depression is weakness
but fuck, my life isn't something YOU CAN BEAT, SHIT!
walk a mile of my life, see things though my eyes
feel an ounce of my pain, my rage, and see if you can beat it
cause I promise you'll be standed -n- alone, defeated
beggin' for the end, long before it actually makes it
death is the one thing that I'm practically prayin'
will happen, and I hate it,
[verse]:[2]
I'm feelin' battered -n- alone,
my heart's shattered like a bone
and I've captured the throne
of being the bastard of 'em all,
nothing's blacker than our home, cause we're constantly fighting
... I'm too selfish, I should probably write these,
feelings I release, instead of spilling these things
that feel like a killing disease, aimed to bring you to your knees
but that's far from the case, and it's hard in a way
I can't hardly explain that my heart's hardened in a place
and it's darkened in pace, I'm feeling lonely inside
and not because of the fact that I'm hopin' to die
it's ferocious in size, the grief and regret
and your pain's equal to debt, and for that,
I'll never truly repay you
I'm sorry that I've acted like I usually hate you
