ACAROS

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1st verse:
An old man vacationing, he stands patiently
under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy
he’s thinking maybe he’s to late to make the drop off
till a truck coming his way breaks and stops short
and now his out of sorts and you can see his sorta nervous
walking to the passenger door to meet is ordered service
this is someone daughter working blames his conscience
when the driver says “she’s my youngest, her name is Constance”
he comments “and its only 6 dollars per visits
just dont leave any marks on her, it hurts business”
thought for a minute and he confessed “that’s fair”
since it was three dollars less then his cab fair
“how old are you honey” she says “im thirteen”
her nose was runny its raining in the Philippines
he handed over the money in a chilling scene
the truck drives off and now his on the hunt to kill her dreams
the sign reads no vacancy, he leads Constance to a room
he has rented for tapping see,
his about to turn six into six thousand
and all you have to do is click on your web browser
its not illegal to use rapping as cash crop
as long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop
the sound of rain is her backdrop laying there
like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care
while the tears of God fall down the window pain
she feels unholy like her Father doesnt know her name
Marry Magdalene and the Woman At The Well
He knows everything that happened and His arms she fell.

hook:
repeat x2
in his arms she feel
will you stay with me

2nd verse

His 21 and all alone in his household
hes tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds
the silence of his spouse is cold
so his about to help that man get his six thousand gold
one click and now she’s sold
withholding his conscience scrolling through the comments
there she is looking confident a picture of Constance
in a series of video clips, “adult content”
the title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign
its his time to go get her
its like his mind doesnt know better
her soul is crying out “let me go” but he wont let her
he got her trapped inside his media player
held captive by his need to replay her
its a matter of he being here and she being there
that’s why he doesnt feel the need to care
guilt is in the seed he bares
spilling his shares of the profit
on a 500 million dollar market
were children are regarded as product
and traded like stock tips
and raped for the sake of our pockets
his lap top sits like a window into Constance room
where he exits cus its almost noon
and his expecting his wife home soon
with new close for the baby
shed be angry if she saw his new lady
a thirteen year old Filipino named Constance
trust me girl God has not forgotten
He knew Marry Magdalene and the Woman at the Well
He knows everything that happened and in His arms she fell

hook:
repeat x2
in his arms she feel
will you stay with me

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Visit the NON-PROFIT website inspired by this video: http://www.iamconstance.org/

Constance is a story about a girl in the Philipines victiminzed by Human Trafficking. It was created by Sam Sanchez of Stick Productions in 2006. Also special thanks to Nakeism Labs. It has spread like wildfire via YouTube, and has inspried an international human rights movement called the “Constance Campaign.” Mr. J spearheaded the movement, And has partnered with Non-Profit’s like IamComing.org, XXXChurch, and HumanTrafficking.org. In May 2007, Constance was featured on CBS Evening News in an expose’ on internet ography

Copyed from Mr. J Medeiros vid on yt.

Mr. J Medeiros (of Procussions) – ‘Constance’ (Music Video)
Mr. J Medeiros (of Procussions) – ‘Constance’ (Music Video)
Mr. J Medeiros (of Procussions) – ‘Constance’ (Music Video)
Mr. J Medeiros (of Procussions) – ‘Constance’ (Music Video)

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In the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an MC
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a producer
In the year three thousand and thirty
everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music

I must appeal to you people with your faculties
Cuz everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a crack at me
The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious
Put in the Smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns
But you see whos controlling them
Fuck myself off cuz of the egotistical mode I’m in
No I can’t slap you no five
When you and your cutty is talkin about me outside
People take pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta like a phantom holographic handsome
But deep inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his peers jeer and and clown
When your six foot deep no one hears you now
They say were not compatible like deers and cows and owls
So many rules and regulations say you’re not allowed

I’m caught in the grip of the city.. Madness [x4]

If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice squeezin
The reason I’m black and still breathin
Heathens will breed heathens so
Everybody’s suspect I must check your ID
Cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that Del’s against
Opposite or positive
When I drop the law against nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we ain’t that different
We may act differen’t in some ways
But we still grouped together like a in survey
Sufferin and em all’s the motto
I’m trapped in a bottle
My music’s gettin hollow
That’s what happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is hard to swallow
Sell your Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and can’t pay your burdens
I smoke herb and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and whats occurrin
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and youll peep that were not free
It’s not about the seperation its about the population

I’m caught in the grip of the city.. Madness [x4]

Simple minded people always poin’t the finger
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their path
When all paths are intersections
It all depends on the persons perception
When I’m mad as you get shot
And to some it’s bad luck
I believe you held something back for too long
It grew strong
And enegy has its own will
And people think they make music still
But music is there with out you or me we just manipulate
For better or worse so let it situate
I get to make records and dough
Paid out the hole
And still seen as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my sponsors are monsters
And everybody thinks that I owe them one
I’m glad I love music and life
cuz it’s easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

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