The Buttress
Pardon the Problem
[Jak Tripper]
As the sun kisses the lake
Yo
I'm Oliver broke, picking at pocket wool
I turn Earth on the track, I put in farm work
Oxen wool, I got a locker full
I'm a cloud forest, I put smoke in the trees til my crib tropical
Acidics topical, abominable
Joints sop with rocket fuel
Bars horn locking bulls like Ecuadorian matadors spearing oxen skulls
You rock a full set trip
We set seizure, virulent
Caught the hanging red fever
These fans ain't royalty, a blessed dealer
They lizards fucking in the desert
Them snakes are egg eaters
My state of grace, drinking Haterade
In the hater ticker-tape parade
I don't work sanitation but you can see me cough in trash like Flava Flav
Famous play (I don't know)
Pardon the problem, pardon the problem. I'm part of the problem, pardon the problem......
[The Buttress]
Make it through to lie down in green pastures
I missed the flora and fauna
I don't wanna
It's not right
These places are wild and most likely not probably for life
Just the suffering
Looking for sustenance in the night
I been practicing
Weaving bars upon bars into the most beautiful of yarn tapestries
And practically a genius in this shit
Only 26 but can spit
Like I was born in BC century the fifth
I'm just trying to sit without fidgeting
To watch myself on the big screen TV like what did she say
There's no way, that's never been done before
While I guess that is not before today
[Outro]
(There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is one.) What does that mean?
(By perseverance and fortitude, we have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and submission...)
What does that mean though?
(The sad choice of a variety of evils)
I don't know
(A ravaged country — a depopulated city — habitations without safety and slavery without hope.)
[in the parenthesis are excerpts from Thomas Paine's The Crisis]