Truth Syrum No. 11

The archers are approaching with 40 demons on their heels Escaping from a prison that dishes out dumpster diver’s favorite meals Gnarled tree roots detach from the soil holsters' greenery Reaching for the ceiling as if missing out on important scenery (Nah man that’s camouflage) You’ll find me suited up straight like a gentleman Facing fish-tank tidal waves that somewhere along the way poured salt water into the saucepan It’s an action in slow motion at best Head hung, congested lungs, and sinus headache like I owe Mother Nature a debt My approach is swampy with a foot in either bucket Generously late for a shit, shower, shave Sequestered hands faking shadow puppets Spitting blunt resin curses on graves Praise be to the eclipse that brings importance to the sun If we had it all the time we’d never know the light was so much fun Yesterday was tomorrow and so tomorrow never comes Forgiveness is a virtue Nothing ever simply swept beneath the rug Barking up the wrong tree until our vocal chords split at the seams Hell hath no dogs of war like the kind in my dreams And they wondered why he’d rather die poor and free Y’all should be singing my praises for even existing But instead you’ll just piss upon my courtesy Evade like the plague until assistance can be claimed and then it's Pins down one by one by one Target has marked Doomsday Sequence has begun We missed judgement day but here’s an instant replay Where I gave a cop a Redbull and watched a pig fly When his friends arrive I was beaten for cooking bacon Now I’m suing swine for a hate-crime Everyone remembers gods giving but forget that god damning Y’all aren’t even paying for these lines They’re on the house this time but wipe the extra off your fucking face Misplaced your face Disgraced Been played Still running late, man I’m sorry for the wait