I can tolerate a lot of shit when the engine’s runnin’ hard,
and the dogs and cats and squirrels and monkeys play out in the yard.
But when a fucker’s spoutin’ bullshit tryna make a scare,
gotta shut that, block that, get out of there and breathe clean cold air.
The fools are busy foolin’ each other, foamin’ at the mouth,
while pickpockets are pickin’ their pockets and sendin’ their prospects south.
Noam sane?
A person’s only panoply is what they build in life.
Defending this and avenging that falls at last on the knife.