Boon, Blood, or Doubloons

Seen a lot of things But never let them clip my wings Even when they pulled the strings Knickknack, paddywhack, gave a dog a bone How many wolves do you think did roam Motion Thinking about all the pain of devotion Your bod's Stuck in the mud of a kiss and an oeillade Nation Given a bottle to store my perspiration 'Cause sweat is my ink And I wrote a constitution Dreamt that I lost my right eye like Odin Sacrifice for the truth like my name is Snowden Cheers to craft, kin, and Creator Broke fortune cookie and found no paper They're looking for my pen because I make it look easy But they don't really want to go down path that tapers Lots of promising souls With goals languishing like good plans in bureaucracy No consensus from crowds upon the fences 'Cause the truth is, achieving greatness is a dictatorship, not a democracy I, have been told that I don't rock boat when I spit a bar And I think, that's because they must not have scrutinized quite enough of my ink Mainly manifest for the ones with their eyes unclosed but know You don't have to know farming so to enjoy the seeds that I sow Interesting cutting people out of one's life And watching as their dead fish soon rise to the surface In vino veritas is true, especially when sipping strife If you want a sharper type of knife, truth with suffice But there's no need to rub the genie out of the bottle The telltales often hide in plain sight Beckoning attention like a snake's rattle Whip marks revealing circus animal's plight Motion Thinking about all the pain of devotion Your bod's Stuck in the mud of a kiss and an oeillade Nation Given a bottle to store my perspiration 'Cause sweat is my ink And I wrote a constitution In this life there are only allies and foes And farmers offering a bit of everything they sow I don't consider others a friend or a bro Assist me, resist me, or pay coin to throne Oh, you're so radical But when time did come You left podium Um, sensible As curriculum With no practicum Rough days Tell the clouds to stay I, dance in the puddles As the violin plays Can I keep thinking, a beat, will be a savior From all the thoughts regret does savor Strolling through the sands of times But can't clench my toes Seeing others likes mimes with sieves Can't catch a drop and no words express their throes Fresh fit, Emperor's new clothes Sent from the sky Like I'm Tengri I can certify (So don't fool yourself) That you are yourself when you're hungry That's a spicy truth, call it kimchi Went to bed, first time happy in a while Guess that happens when you stop worshipping sun dial Many people's only time in newspaper's obituary Guess at figure of my fate, a cosmic form of Pictionary Easier to feign a toothache than it is to chew the meat It's simpler to curse a craft than grab a brush and bleed on canvas Laying offering at feet of deities who crave your madness Listen closely, hear that ratatatatata Feed the chorus Motion Thinking about all the pain of devotion Your bod's Stuck in the mud of a kiss and an oeillade Nation Given a bottle to store my perspiration 'Cause sweat is my ink And I wrote a constitution Friend or a foe or a fan Or a layman Agnostic, apostate Or giving an amen I chase and I stoke And I search through the smoke While I pray