Medicine Man

[Verse 1:]
You hail from my pocket: a stale pursuit
Is it good doctrine to spare me the truth?
You’re more than off­topic; you’re off­route
But the couple of months I put stock in, I don’t wanna lose

I say, “Come to my city,”
And you don’t say no like a man; you say
“Hope you understand that I’m busy ... are you with me?”
“Yeah, just deep in thought—do you think you can forgive me?”

[Chorus:]
My own intentions
Cast you as a medicine man
But I know prevention
Comes through like no medicine can

I wore it on my wrist;
I swore it with my lips;
Before we came to this
I already came to grips with

The question
Of whether I could really fit in your plan

[Verse 2:]
I caught the illusion when we spoke
Of the things we would do and where we would go
I’m more than assuming; I now know
You get high on the one you’re pursuing. You were spitting so...

...many words from the wise
But never were those any words that I heard with my eyes
It’s a hot white lie
Born from a heat that makes a man blind

[Chorus:]
Intentions
Cast you as a medicine man
But I know prevention
Comes through like no medicine can

I wore it on my wrist;
I swore it with my lips;
Before we came to this
I already came to grips with

The question
Of whether I could really fit in your plan

[Outro:]
I know prevention [x3]
You should come to my city
But like a man, you say
“Hope you understand that I’m busy.”

Is it good doctrine?
Is it good doctrine to spare me the truth? [x4]