Trouble isnt meant to be sought after.
We're living here
Trouble isnt something you gnaw on and dribble bitch
Kibbled bits of kimberly west of the playing field
And a leftist guerrilla swinging from a tense vine of the militant
Left eye bruised blue
Pigging pen catch giggle shits
Feed em the slop!
Seventh-month fermented counter intelligence
Murs scented encounters of the next kind
Urge em off of mountain cliffs like we dis the last tribes
With their miserable-ass lives
But keep their wives
There's hope for some but most will
Suffer and eventually die
Yes, trouble isn't meant to arise
Unless there's something wrong
But if it does and it's you then we cut you off
You're dead to the tribe
When it's death or evolution


Survival


SKECH 185

Loose lips speak the language of the drowned... Now thats the sound of America!/
Hounds bow to Alpha growl sounds drummed up amidst slum traveling hum of the trained.. numb..breathing from stop to stop/
With these evenings seeming like dress rehearsals for purgatory/
Seasoning seasons with the burnt edge glory of a face weathered under the weight of the sky, in lockstep with pigeons admitting we're all made of stardust/
Since when did that ease breathing like break pads? There's madness in the "lake effect"/
It makes dads in to great Dams and breaks bad down to wire transfers for birthday Jordans/
Trojan horse infested with love lost or lost love with giving a fuck/
Exit speech of a catfish or janitor depending on where you pay taxes/
The axis makes tears heavier than fears levies will burst and disperse tiers/
Lurch further to being Atlas... while making thickening skin a practice/
Everyday we're almost royalty then we clock in/
I measure sadness in checklist or static in the week thus the plot thickens/
In pot melting religious relics and helmets, zealots, hellions, rebellions. The failing system unveiling villains, impaling conventional wisdom/
And we pay rent for this?! I sketch out my dreams and they look like money orders/
I grew up near Muddy Waters, young fathers and sullied daughters of Jim Crow