Truth

When you play around streets this fixed
You see everything you don’t need to
Governmentally sanctioned jester-idiots
Telling every dope he’s going to heaven
Now they just slouch at porches idly
Who the hell really waits to die?
Truth says, hey, I guess we all do
But some can hold back by neck and collar

Truth kills
then redirects
Truth kills
and resurrects

What kind of wretched soul does it take
To sit beneath the god for goodness sake
To wait unaware, anywhere rain collects
As taxmen pile on porches and decks
And look away from the greater expanse
Taking note of every last expense
For living, for breathing, for paying off
The greatest debt

Truth kills
then revives
a whole new truth
to stumble by
Truth kills
and resurrects
and sets you off
on any other path but this one