Mangroves

Nobody can save you, fears will embrace you

Crawl from out the bed in the house and chase you

You can try to hide but they'll find and face you

You can try to fight but they'll finally maim you

By the end of the night they will try and hang you

Tied to the heights where you lie and dangle

Do you believe in the angels

I believe I'm trying to light all my candles

While the paranoia grows like branches and mangroves

I'm squeezing water from stones and eating bare bones

And all the saints in the books well I bury those

But I'm still trying to carry all my buried foes

Back home and make em' friends so the arrow goes

On and on, on and on like a broken song

And start to feeling like the bullshit you're smoking on

See the signs been told as I walk this road

Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal

When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home

Haunted by these crows but I must move forward

And see the signs been told as I walk this road

Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal

When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home

Haunted by these crows but I must move forward

But I must move forward

But I must move forward

But I must move forward

All the anxious things the xenophobe tackles

Broken angel wings, reading poems backwards

Rear-view mirror caught the reflection of a bastard

Goodness gracious man, he done grew passed it

Old video cameras that's seen his ghost captured, soul fractured

Burned footage, so my ankles aren't shackled

Strange fruit hang low, hoops upside a dangle

From an alternate angle, how I believe in angels

Wingspan full spectrum might seem grey though

Stabbing at a blank page, whole box of crayons

See on my worst days, my anxiety strangles me

On my best days smiling, sliding off a rainbow

Landed in the swamp to make it out the fuego

Man-made Peso, god golden ratio

Fibonacci bank roll, look at how the cake swole

From UFO fables to actual fiery halos

The black cat should only become a tiger when I say so

Just to do what he was made for

See the signs been told as I walk this road

Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal

When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home

Haunted by these wolves but I must move forward

See the signs been told as I walk this road

Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal

When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home

Haunted by these crows but I must move forward

But I must move forward

But I must move forward

But I must move forward

Wherever and whenever he or she does their shamanizing

The shaman

Is a person who is able to transcend the dimensional confines of cultural existance

They are- They know more than the people they serve

The people they serve are like children within the game of culture

Only the shaman knows that culture is a game