THE POSSE - The Grouch

Man on a wire, red string on his wrist

Remind him of his goals, he ain’t gonna miss

Too much opportunity to trip on bullshit

Lift his vibration, sharp as tools get

Shark tooth around his neck for protection

Thick skin from all the fire that he’s stepped in

He’s got something in common with shaman

Raised by wolves, spirits, gods, and goddesses

Appears on trips and odysseys

Elevated ways yet dips so modestly

Not confined by the body

Astroprojections next to study

Reflections resemble but none match perfectly

No exceptions, n-o certainly not

Walks calm amidst the urgency

Sacred herbs with words like surgery

He purged, rid himself of absurdities

The nerve of those to throw stones at him

Arose, explodes, and grows again

Ahead of his aura, shields every limb

Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints

All play a part of this closened range

Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings

That’s my entourage man, the posse I bring

Vibrating at the highest frequency of the bunch

Every soul shall adapt to match that at once

Old, how we channel, high mammal, no dunce

Cap who, it fits, do with this, what he wants

Merlin style, curling like, like prisms

Past lifetime, regression, new mission

No obsession, no resting, true destined

We blew breath in where death laid its weapon

Arise, call on Master Build-the-skies

Open up, planets aligned at the will of the wise

Voluntary compliance, allegiance with the science

Walk with lions, be in tune with Orion

They scared of crying or whiling out

His pick is just a decoy, can’t iron it out

Stuck, well fuck, he’ll design a new route

Dance water from the heavens, first sign of a drought

Cut from cloth, marked proof and unbought

Armor untarnished, honor it all

Arose, explodes, and grows again

Ahead of his aura, shields every limb

Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints

All play a part of this closened range

Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings

That’s my entourage man, the posse I bring

And all of us, rare like elephant tusks

Purple dragon hearts in our elements, trust

I sprinkle a man, to raise the mass up

If I came by myself, well then that’s just enough

It banks, when you could really learn some stuff

If we could exchange, then we furthered each other

Well that’s just the opposite of murder, my brother

When we’re on the same squad, life is less hard

I changed my thinking to large

When they try to attack, I just call in the guard

Arose, explodes, and grows again

Ahead of his aura, shields every limb

Angels, guardians, ghosts, and saints

All play a part of this closened range

Holy men, prophets, healers, and kings

That’s my entourage man, the posse I bring