Pardon the Problem

By Jak Tripper

On unreleased

Released on June 11, 2015

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[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]