jj jackman in the midst of seven - index
not a soothsayer 6/20/00 not a soothsayer i’m a truthsayer not that soothin’ never smoothin’ out those parts that hurt though that soothsayer was a truthsayer he was soothing always smoothing out those things that ache knee bent ladies finger snappin’ not like old style dancers tappin’ just a phony prophet rappin’ if they suck he’d be a’ clappin’ clamoring in grand ovation if they don’t demand oblation seemed like his fair obligation to endorse a falling nation though that soothsayer started as a truthsayer he was so soothing always smoothing out those parts that hurt just a comic courtyard joker a great monarch phallus stroker selfish gain and fortune broker balaam’s ass, he wants ta’ choke her there’s no need for provocation or no need for proclamation later down for predication fool don’t meddle with his ration always groovin’ not behoovin’ slick when movin’ not reprovin’ sometimes smoothin’ always soothin’ out those things that ache favor seizin’ and appeasin’ kinda teasin’ always pleasin’ sometimes smoothin’ always soothin’ wait i’m.... not a soothsayer i’m a truthsayer not that soothing never smoothing out those parts that hurt i seem to always irritate like crashing waves i can’t abate i simply can not satiate for no one will i deviate like beats pounding always pulsing on those parts that ache leading up to confrontation i won’t speak come flagellation clear light (sparking conflagration) is my only consolation always shining while i’m pining silver lining when i’m whining never failing if i’m bailing while i’m wailing it’s unveiling not a soothsayer i’m a truthsayer pure light surging while i’m breathing always purging not that soothing as it’s seething deep parts in my soul never smoothing out those parts that hurt