Crazy Race by IBY - Itamar Ben Yakir

“It’s like racing in a crazy race
Face to face
Your fate
Or face tour tail
You chase
You cannot misplace
Your case’s in court
And you must face
Who you’re fighting against

Trying to make it big
Hit the charts
Sell merch’ to kids
Shit starts
To smell
Or is it just
The pig-hole you rent
For more then you can pay
Playing gig after gig

One day
If you don’t rig the boat
Hit the sea
Search your fortune
Be the man you be…
Twin peaks of so called reality
It’s just finality of causality you feel

Its not a case of win or lose
You’re the judge and the accused
Of no crime
Misfortunate cruise
And to time to reboot -

It’s death penalty shoot
Then question
Everything you thing you know
Forget
Look up it’s your shadow
You may select
Three toppings
One droppings
You failed the main course
And there’re no corrections
No confessions
Just con-men hard-core selections

They say
Trust yourself
Trust in god
Trust the old the wise the scholar
Why bother?

You only feel
What you’re brought up to feel
Whether god is or ain’t real
The choice is yours
But who’s choosing?
Trap-hole illusions
Gamblers biddings

Tag along the lane
‘cause it’s a crazy race
And no one’s winning…”

• Jazz
• acid
• funk
• hiphop
• instrumental
• jazz
• pop
• world music
• Tel Aviv Yafo