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Crab Apples
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Deca
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As a youth, back when Bishop had the gla** of juice Fresh squeezed from forbidden fruit trees and ma** produced I thought the walls were disaster proof In a flash cast out the orchard where the green gra** and apples grew And sat shell shocked pullin' weeds at the roots Graspin' for the truth as time pa**ed like mola**es moves In a strange land tryin' to map its attributes Live fast, brace for impact, knock a gasket loose Fast forward past the crabapple garden To twenty-twenty hindsight where cast shadows sharpen And history's embellished on scrolls and stone tablets A warehouse of skeleton skulls and old baggage I heard the prison guards state their goals To break the individuals spirit, commandeer it, and take control Paid in full, cashing Langley checks playin' roles They traded souls for commas when promised their weight in gold (Come on, come on) Squeeze the juice out, extract the libations Strange vibrations, patterns and striations Arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a gla** up I poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up To better days, to less decay To findin' what you're after in the present age Purging reptiles lurkin' in the Everglades Beneath the stars and the satellites' electric gaze Through Hell's wrath and Heaven's praise Inchin' towards the end of days, workin' out the kinks, puttin' pen to page I see a subtle string puller standin' center stage The same pale hand that placed a song bird in the cage That forged chains where distraction and disorder reign To transmute what's coursing through your veins into corporate gains Provocateurs in every lane to warp the brain To defang and take the reins of any force for change Things morph and shift, fortunate to exist And watch their metamorphosis and past present future shifts Lies promulgate, but truth persists Shootin' from the hip as lunatics line the pockets of the super rich Babylon's cup runneth over, she hand feeds the hungry vultures And heads of state with their guns unholstered Sendin' troops in formation into battle And sippin' witches brew from harvested crabapples (Come on, come on) Squeeze the juice out, extract the libations Strange vibrations, patterns and striations Arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a gla** up I poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up To better days, to less decay To findin' what you're after in the present age Peurging reptiles lurkin' in the Everglades Beneath the stars and the satellites' electric gaze I'm hungry Yes, I'm hungry too Here's an apple which will give you the greatest satisfaction Here No, it's alright I've got my machine, this is my food Come on
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