Green​-​Eyed Prophet

from Bella​-​Bella Mystic by Matt Oleksa

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Get lots of money
Money getcha honey
Honey getcha holy
Holy setcha free
Until it don’t and you’re back
Leaning on the stacked
Counterfeit and cracked
Mercy that you lacked
Or so said the thief
Who diagnosed your grief
Who prescribed relief
In the form of a brief
Flick of deja vu
To knock the residue
Off of the you, you knew
Down, down the avenue

Into soul
Profitable
Soul
Profitable
Soul, soul, soul
Profitable
Soul, soul, soul
Profitable

And with your consent
But not what you meant
The vestments you lent
To papa were sent
Instead to the one
Disguised as the son
Who skillfully spun
Your syllables from
Intent with perfume
And blush for the doomed
White lilies of gloom
You thought were entombed
So, there on the street
You bared up from feet
The soles of your feet
To wash in repeat

Soul
Profitable
Soul
Profitable
Soul, soul, soul
Profitable
Soul, soul, soul
Profitable

And just when you thought
The seeking you sought
In the forests fraught
With spirits was caught
It lies as it falls
On a jackal’s calls
It pierces then stalls
It morphs and then crawls
Away in the grass
Smooth as the glass
Reflecting the past
Presently fast
And, man, don’t it suck
The end of your buck
Dropping your lucky
Coin in the muck

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from Bella​-​Bella Mystic, released April 23, 2021

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