High Tide

6/5/22 Underneath the night sky No more Mr. Nice guy My my, how time flies F*** all these white lies To you it seems out of this world and Sci-Fi To me it's natural like a hippie wearing tie-dye Another high tide Rarely on the sidelines Hardly feeling likewise Much to accomplish in a lifetime Took some tumbles Held on didn't fumble No longer puzzled Disgruntled I often mumble Liquor I guzzle Then smoke some diamonds or sugar, f*** crumble Around the corner is often trouble Feathers easily getting ruffled Leading to a rumble We'll see who is the king of the jungle And who is humbled Go ahead and chuckle But how quickly you'll struggle Then buckle Before seeing double Me and a bucko Finished the job with stucco Just know Can't afford to be a Dumbo Need to do it with gusto House needs to be jumbo Bank account needs to be Mutumbo Got to keep it a hundo Or I'm donzo