Hecklers Jesters and Thieves

I've gone into the dawn

Hither and thither and yawn

Stitches and yarn

Y'all String me along

Ring the alarm

A prisoners bringin' a shiv in the yard

To stick in my heart

Dig through the wall

And rip it apart

Split it to shards

Spit on my grave

Shit on my art

Idiots mock with silly remarks

Talk but aren't willing to walk

A militant march

I'm open to listen to critics but what if you're wrong

Opinions of flawed

You think that you know what I'm thinkin

Than finish my thought

Dot, dot, dot

Flingin' a dart into the dark

Consistently missin' my mark

And hittin' the block

A kid in the park that didn't belong

A fish that went swimmin' with sharks

Sinks like a rock

Ran like a river and I pondered my lot

Went wandering off got lost in my thoughts

And I squandered my shot

Try to stand tall, but my posture is all but balled in a knot

And I can take a hintt, so I followed a hunch

No probable cause for the horror to come

Slaughter the drunks

Armed with a water gun and a bottle rum

I'll wallow in sorrow for months

Crawl to a halt, but I grovel to none

The trauma of almost falling in love

With the monster in all us can alter and stunt

And often it does

But I'm not giving up

Cause I've also done the impossible once

It's all of little consequence

When you're always in the audience

And get to comment on the artist

In the costume of the harlequin

The cards are set

When the hearts are in the hands

Of all the harlots and the charlatans

Yes, it's all of little consequence

When you're always in the audience

And get to comment on the artist

In the costume of the harlequin

The cards are set

When the hearts are in the hands

Of all the harlots and the charlatans

I'm the last that livin'

That had to witness the past

And tragic figures that pass like apparitions

I have this vision of smashing shattered mirrors

I gather the glass and have to fix my scattered image

But after I finish it isn't as I pictured

Cause half is missing and half is twisting and cracked

Perhaps the difference alas

Is lack of interest in facts and vast opinions

And mass convictions for acts

that didn't happen as they think it

My fragile fractured friendships

Have snapped and splintered

Stab my fingers as I grab the axe and swing

To hack for timber

The wrath of the masked avenger

For those who laugh with bad intentions at my expense

Then my success is an act of vengeance

But is that just petty and passive aggressive

To carry resentment

And regularly rap on a record

I have a confession

I haven't accepted the average consensus

And challenge convention

By asking the question

They're actually threatened by talent

And balanced perspective

I battle depression

With maximum effort

I'm happy it ended

Through travel and afternoon sessions

And now I'm trying to capture the essence of gratitude

I'll tattoo the message backwards in capital letters

Staring at my reflection

It's all a little consequence

When you're always in the audience

And get to comment on the artist

In the costume of the harlequin

The cards are set

When the hearts are in the hands

Of all the artists in the charlatans

Yes, it's all a little consequence

When you're always in the audience

And get to comment on the artist

In the costume of the harlequin

The cards are set

When the hearts are in the hands

Of all the artists in the charlatans