If the bad times are coming, let ‘em come.

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“Fear often works overtime. Even when there is no immediate threat, our body may remain tight and on guard, our mind narrowed to focus on what might go wrong. When this happens, fear is no longer functioning to secure our survival. We are caught in the trance of fear and our moment-to-moment experience becomes bound in reactivity. We spend our time and energy defending our life rather than living it fully.”

― Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha

[Scroobius Pip]

When it’s cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating this street into stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don’t care
Maybe our kind don’t fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain’t paved with gold
So our shoes don’t slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can’t spend or fold
We won’t settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I’m old and decaying I’ll be decaying and able

[Hook:]

If the bad times are coming, let ‘em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let ‘em come, Let ‘em come.

I see so many kids that love being writers
More than they love writing.

[P.O.S.]

Bad times coming
Bash up a castle
I know the zoo keeper
Line em up
Lions on em
I haven’t slept yet
Ever, crust
Kickin up dust
Leave em sickin up rust colour
Let it come
Let em run
Let me laugh at it
Smash like it’s rampage
Live it up
Grasp at it
No pill for the whirlwind coming
Let it come
Sippin’ with the rush no fun till the
Up run against the flood
All stroke no float
For the hope for the coast pump blood
Stump fuckers on the daily
Dump lungs
Volume is up
Watch em hush for the lump sum
But not around here
Around here we steer clear
Of holding our tongues to stack funds
When bad times come it’s like some old news
New shit
Choose yours
New whip or brick?
Thank you

[Hook]

If the bad times are coming, let ‘em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let ‘em come, Let ‘em come.

[Sage Francis]

Quality home life, Living a lie now
Take it to the road certain women would lie down
Haunting images I witnessed in my town
Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
Gotta dig a bigger hole
But you can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
You’re waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
Just say what you gotta say… like right now, fucko
Or pipe down bucko, I’m doubting what many say
“Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway? ”
Feed the lion despite what the sign says
Act defiant and impolite to my friends
While making side bets in a risky gamble
Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
Become detached like your snake mandibles
The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
It’s got the lab rats bouncing off the padded walls

[Hook]

If the bad times are coming, let ‘em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let ‘em come, Let ‘em come

If the bad times are coming, let ‘em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let ‘em come,
Let ‘em come
Let ‘em come

 

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