Trouble Is

...Service, work it
 The vagrant came upon a plot, shop – set it down
 Found vacant, he gon' make it into something better now
 Barn hand, conversant in farm land, planted seven rows
 Will it ever grow? Heaven only knows, though he's
 Hopeful, never boastful about the ethic
 Set it deep into the earth, work and serve, all the rest let it
 Come or not, hot summer sun, son – bumper crop
 Over night, or so some thought (now they're talkin' that)
 What you really did to get this windfall, spendin' all year estranged?
 Better not be mystical, typically the criminals here they hang
 Aint nobody ever seen you cultivate, rake or till, ya dig?
 Take a lot to win a pot, wanna pay the rate? The stakes raised, you bid?
 In or out, what the men around here 'bout, finna count a pound of cheese
 Double down, you intend to win the prize, otherwise bounce and leave
 We don't care where you came from, since day one seen the game constructed
 We gon' watch it all fall, frauds claim to save it in the name of love? Nuh uh.
 Bubble, fizz – what the trouble is?
 This is hustle biz – what the trouble is?
 A couple kids – what the trouble is?
 Muzzle ripped, tell 'em what the trouble is, come on now
 Trouble is love don't want you, boy, see the
 Trouble is love don't want you, baby, see the
 Trouble is love don't want you, no, see the
 Trouble is love don't want you here
 Not one to gamble, lit the Camel, took a long drag
 Sat back and blew, inside he knew these folks had gone mad
 Through the smoke proposed a wager: tails, you can take my fields
 Heads, you accept my station; they deliberated, deal!
 Coin turned for what seemed like eternity, slow breath
 Some folks wept and fretted while the peasant never broke a sweat
 Confident he had 'em in the talisman's descent
 By the time they shouted "TAILS," he done packed his bags and went
 Best never try to test the vets, you wanna settle? Better pay your dues
 To the boss you done lost your crops, in one toss I'll take your food
 Better be gone, set about and keep on a boulevard towards the boat
 Ever come back get about a ton of that d-CON down your throat
 In the meantime we find these fine fruits do quench a thirst
 And for pay we may persuade and convince some of these men to work
 In the end we sup and supplement the income caught in the trap
 We must be blessed, best of all – that farmer's gone, thank God for that
 Double-dipped – what the trouble is?
 That's hustle biz – what the trouble is?
 A couple kids – what the trouble is?
 Knuckle, fist, tell 'em what the trouble is, come on now
 Trouble is love don't want you, boy, see the
 Trouble is love don't want you, baby, see the
 Trouble is love don't want you, no, see the
 Trouble is love don't want you here