Snake Oil - Blockhead, Billy Woods

New boss same as the old boss

He who hold the sky aloft

The ark pitch and toss

Dark bark and moss paradise lost

In a shower of sparks

Warplanes screaming into the night

It rains on the just and unjust alike

Butane flame nimble fingers spin meth pipe

You guessed right, sightseeing with the folks

Squinting into scope, eyes is black dice

Improvised explosive device

Now you see the light

White

Phosphorous bright

Black truck, black Moses

Black tar sucked out black oceans

Diesel fumes choking

Blacks in the endzone gyratin' and boastin'

Dozed off, shotgun broken open

Laid cross his lap

Woke to footsteps approaching

My supplier got rich and quit

Tucked his hat brim as he dipped

Looking back like might let something slip

But thought better

I’ve got a mismatched assortment of half-measures

Contents under pressure, empty-handed

Angry beggar

Rubber banded sunken treasure

No problem with you, for the record

But never say never

Thick as flies in the sky bombers let fly

Who lives, lives, who dies, dies

Minimum wage will keep the fryer on high

Rag soaked in turpentine

Every night polish rhymes

Til CO’s see my black scowl in the shine

Head on swivel, prosthetic hand on pistol

Ham on griddle, ribbons of gristle

Found me in the woods, fire low, roach little

Eyes aglow, mouth full of riddles