Pocket Full of Stones

Yes, I know you scrutinize,

Dissecting every word I'm sayin'

No, I do not sympathize,

you cause the debt that you be payin'

I've finally come to realize,

The path is from the bricks I'm layin'

Before you try to criticize,

Don't contradict the words I'm sprayin'

Pocket full of stones to throw,

The irony that you're displayin'

Tickets to a puppet show,

Don't even know who you're obeyin'

Going with the toxic flow,

The deafening sound of donkey's brayin'

Cursing every one you know,

Spreading woe instead of prayin'

The slippery slope of jealousy.

Everybody you're inveighin'

Destructive insecurity,

A lonely game nobody's playin'

Don't entertain insanity,

The house you built will start decayin'

My motto is, 'Dont Tread On Me',

and Dez Nutz are proudly swayin'

Castles made of sand,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Two in the bush, a bird in your hand.

Your treasure has started to rust.

Stranded on a sinking island.

Pipes about to bust.

How can you violate Righteous Command.

Then say, 'In God We Trust'?!!

Pocket full of stones to throw,

at people not like me.

Profit from those gullible,

exploit their frailty.

Product of what societies grow,

Anti individuality.

Prophet of the message, faux,

In the age of hypocrisy.

Yes, I know you fantasize,

A world where you are in control.

No, I won't hypothesize,

what happens to your soul.

Everyone you criticize,

is one less person comfortable,

knowing you and the size of your

Pocket Full Of Stones.