The Telling Tale

[Intro: The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare Act 1 Scene 3] I’ the name of truth, are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show? My noble partner, you greet with present grace and great prediction that he seems rapt withal, to me you speak not If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not Speak then to me [Verse] It’s only one of me, it’s not another like me The stars gleaming, see the crux, them shortcuts through the psilocybin Zeitgeist Jesus Buddha, they be too alike The sun bleed on my horizon Opposites attract, collide, crash then divide, the story goes Born, get a little old to live and die Peep how the Spanish did the Mayans, conquest on a long stretch What I call sleep, on the surface when it ain’t deep The earth’s grimace where the pain breathe Search and find my feet down underneath the rubble, stony bubble Masoni knit, the kid is doing numbers Winning through the summer, rolling with the punches This a one take, don’t do the punches Dirty diamonds dance around the compass I need it fresh, no Tropicana, crack a can of Sunkist Demons flee, I'm just a man amongst them Do not play the fool or turn the cheek, just own the shit you summon Got a dozen problems like my cousins Speaking power, speech is never subtle Never dwell on who I was my focus on becoming Prodding it, the Polo with the buttons, do not push my buttons Loving me and who I'm loving differences Them parallels, my fairytale is rather common Feta cheese and olives, garnish on the mutton I don't remember much, but know I must've, uh 'Cause I got tons of shit I'm holding hostage Late night writing so exhausted Can't sleep until I meet the faucet All these feelings false, they count losses Whose fault is it? A tune falterings Harmonious. I'm solo like I've only known loneliness The home that I was loathing in It's tight, different life lessons in the moment Skip on water like his holiness, notice me Flower die inside the vase of fade to pulpri Waves crashing in the ocean, sing the holy trinity The uterus of ovaries, creator of creation overseas life's rotary Connections Blessings [Outro: Macbeth by William Shakespeare Act 1 Scene 3] Stay you imperfect speakers, tell me more By Shinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis But how of Cawdor? Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence? Or why upon this blasted health you stop our way with such prophetic greeting? Whither are they vanish'd? Into the air and what seen'd corporal melted as breath into the wind Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?