Due Time - Deca

With Archangels looking down on me from watch towers

I cooked up the processed blood of a poppy flower

An ungodly hour in the garden

Dreaming dreams penalized for a sin of pride against the king of kings

Sequencing drums some strange evening

In the presence of an elohim with one bat and one eagle’s wing

Spring was in the air, all the leaves were green

I was sky high seeing things, banging on a beat machine

Profane, cocaine, dope in the veins

Silver spoons, Propane flames, emotional games

Fame, dames, airplanes, trains, automobiles

Blood stained currency

And countless bottles of pills

Hit the alleyway

Grilled everything in sight

Hit the bar be polite

Ask her what she sees

When she dreams at night

Me I see beams of light

And symbols in the sky

Petty pusher peddling product for

That’s the big question

The rhythm sections like a second home

For prodigal poets who use their heart as natural metronomes

And set the tone with one tongue flick

My succubus is love sick

Trying to drag me down, I’m trying to uplift

The days pass, passed away

Slip into the past

Passé rappers want 'em back

Things are different that

Same cat’s slipping

Cooking dope in Hell’s Kitchen

Stacked enough cash to

Cross state lines and choose a different path

(hmmm…)

It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like

This time around I’m a get it right

Quit rapping, get a job

Get a life

Quit the job, keep rapping

Shoot smack and hit the pipe

It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like

I’m trying to see the world in a different light

Cool calm

It’s all copacetic

If the stars start falling

From heaven, I won’t sweat it

(uh huh)

The lie

Braggadocio disguise

See I wear a mask like you

Don’t be so surprised

All I know is the whole wide world’s polarized

And we go from lows to highs

On a roller coaster ride

When I backslide

I do it in style

And live via cliche

Like the future is now

Life in excess

Death in moderation

Non complacent

Engaged in a conversation

With laymans

While time is wasting away

You’ve got too much to prove

Me too

When they sleep on the kid

I get salty as seafood

But

These industry dudes is see through

I refuse to buy into the fantasy too

Sipping cheap booze

My head’s spinning like a dervish dancer

Dreaming dreams

Some strange evening in the presence of an elohim

Bad joke, flat broke

High class

Living in a shack with large rats

And feed on small dogs for light snacks

(FUCK)

It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like

This time around I’m a get it right

Quit rapping, get a job

Get a life

Quit the job, keep rapping

Shoot smack and hit the pipe

It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like

I’m trying to see the world in a different light

Cool calm

It’s all copacetic

If the stars start falling

From heaven, I won’t sweat it

(uh huh)