I'm a loner with no angel on my shoulder
so I gotta stay high, a stoner that's getting older
fighting these demons like a fuckin soldier
trying to reclaim this body as owner
but I'm not any closer to closure,
just getting older and closer to over as my heart grows colder
a no leaf clover but momma raised a soldier
I stay with my 9 in my holster to bolster my safety
and if shit ain't kosher I'll face it bravely, and walk away safely
no serial numbers to trace me
the markings defaced
no face no case,
but just in case
your body's misplaced and disgraced
no delays
if it can be traced,
it's been misplaced and erased
I took your body and chopped it at the waist. in a barrel is where your body was placed.
left to baste, in a barrel of waste with an acid base with plenty of space just incase anyone else betrays in the following days
i say grace, just to brace for the judgement I face
dear God,
this is one of your soldiers
sorry to put this on your shoulders
please bless this paste I faced
and please bless the barrel in which the paste is encased .
its his final resting place, make it safe
I set my pace walking away unfazed and amazed
got all that done and no alarm was raised, now lets blaze
I spark a joint, super silver haze
Immediately I taste its laced
my heart switched pace and started to race
I enter a maze of super silver daze
and end praise
just standing in place
the situations faced,
I said grace and God was embraced
eventually my steps retraced, until I reach my space
im getting older cause it's colder and I can't feel my face lets pick up the pace
Im enraged not phased I'm blazed and caged
lately I'm feeling closer to over
I'm over being a soldier of the no leaf clover
a heavy boulder to shoulder
it's hard to keep my composure
the demon gets bolder as it fights the soldier for the controller
making the demons owner lower and slower
from daily exposure with no closure
the curse of the beholder of the no leaf clover belongs to the soldier
look at the clover, broken from exposure but still grows older and bolder
keeps composure in a world that grows colder
I see why you chose a loner to shoulder the title beholder of the no leaf clover
so I'll be your soldier and carry that boulder and holster just to grow colder and older
