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“Trump Card” by Renaissance



Many of the things that we as warriors for justice have fought for over generations are in jeopardy because of the President Elect. Labor unions, People of Color, LGBTQ Rights, Reproductive Rights, Immigration Rights, Human Rights, Civil Rights, Environmental Sustainability and Justice; this new administration is targeting nearly everything we as a people need to protect just to live day-to-day. Not that this isn’t true on any other day, just more so today, now is a time that we must act in unison to ensure or liberties and immunities are not destroyed.

Many will wonder about the choice of the title “Trump Card.” It is a saying that predates Donald Trump by over a century and means an unexpected and unforeseen condition or factor that overcomes all opposition. We the People and the Social Movement are the unexpected and unforeseen factor that will emerge victorious, which is precisely what I wrote to this song to report and encourage.

“The Real World” (Backing Track & Mix by Scott Paul Johnson )#RappersEqualNerds

Verse #1

Livin a dream…
Nah, I’m livin the way that it is
Cuz there is something I’m bound to miss
If my head is up in the mist
Like a fist to the gut
riskin to rush
cuz I’m missin the bus
missin her love
cuz I’m trapped in the lust
In the land of the lost
betta do what you must
Cuz… this is the land of the real
where cats squeal
caps peal
Bad deals, rap sheets, not rap deals
but real bills and missed meals
Where poverty comes with a blank, check
Where is the rent, betta make, that
Racial Profile, skin is BLACK
Cops they hatin, that a fact
hood they renovatin that
Gentrification, they phasin, balzin away the relations
raisin the rents to erase’em
this is the land of the real
not the land of the dream and appeal
not the land of the cream and the fill
but, the land they tax and kill…
Using the people, breakin their backs
to make them dollars in stacks
legal contracts
sealed with wax

Verse #2

In the realm of the Dream
Life is served on a palter
the work, it doesn’t matter
add-up, laughter come cheaper than Präda
Worries and Woes are absent
flaccid, pass it by,
with a flash of the passion
but if you ask’em
how lonely the mansion
he’ll lack an answer
cuz the fact is a phantom
holdin him ransom
runnin in tandem, droppin in random
arbitrary standards
magination damned him
cuz… this is the land of the real
Where hard work
pays perks, quench thirsts, and hurts
time bursts, through curse
and friends are survivors
Standing and walking the road there to shoulder
the weight of the burden,
defendin the verdict,
your struggle is worth it,
a hint is emergent
that hurdles averted
and, outcomes are real
tangible the feel
hold them in your hand
like them cards you have to deal
and you get what you’ve got
but have to use your skill
cuz nothing comes cheap
In the land of the real


So, this life, may be harder
May be shorter, may be farther
May be richer, maybe poorer
In the Land of the Real

Might die early, Might die later
Could be broke, or just make it
Could evade it, could just take it
In the Land of the Real

You might be black, you might be white
Either cower, or you fight
What you choose, will be your life
In the Land of the Real

You can make it, you can fake it
You can try to, fabricate it
But your dreams, are just that
In the Land of the Real


The Real World