Correction Paroles Crab Apples par 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)

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