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