Resin Bowl from Tide Pools by Wic Whitney

Nickels, dimes, dub bags, I ain’t got none of them
Salary is low so I’m rummaging through my pipes
One hitters, Sherlocks, and bongs
Times like these keep my fingernails long, why?
Because I got to scrape the resin
Life be stressing, it’s depressing
No job but I filled out 50 applications
Hot damn, what it take to get an occupation?

See friends snapping about luxury vacations
The farthest place I go is Skyrim on PlayStation
Shout to Kajits bitch, robbing in the streets bitch
I be robbing too
Hadn’t bought food in a week bitch
Mama calling me asking if I need money
“Nah, I’m good you do enough”
Me and my bros keep the spirit high by staying funny
Resin bowls late at night cigarette bumming, humming

“Lord, it’s too hot outside” So in my dark room I hide
Thinking about; Why do they call it a white lie?
Thinking about; Why is ignorance deemed fly?
Thinking about; How does the dude always abide?
And I don’t got answers, that’s the problem with a poet
We know it, we ponder, and wonder, and
Focus on authors and doctors
And oceans and coppers and robbers
And all things uncivil and proper
And reflect, like a glass watch face
When it meets a sun beam and like a daydream
Anything is possible or so it would seem

When I hit the resin bowl
When I hit the resin bowl
Anything’s acceptable
When I hit the resin bowl

I been dreaming about the way that people, that people dream
No colors any more, it’s black and, black and white screening
This blander weather bores me, where do the storms be?
Come on, come on you got to start screaming again
It makes me want to scream
Don’t you want to scream, babe?
It makes me want to scream
Don’t you want to scream, babe?
It makes me want to scream
Don’t you want to scream?

Resin bowl

• Alternative
• alt rap
• alternative hip-hop
• feel good
• soul pop
• Chicago