apple to fall on a fig newton

New and Old

Laws and traditions old acquisitions
truths laid bare assume it's fare no more cessation
ignorance blissful however can't claim
wake up surrounded and grounded by the game
Red tape and puzzle pieces spread in time read the same
rigged consecration like a fig tree that never figged
cut it down? No, paint it like a clown, a mirror to how you lived
Maybe not I, Oh yoU see it all cursed to fall
Eye owed for seed sewn fast grown fruit pre loaned
fig yours, but wanna call it knowledge? figures...
ate of it too young now the tree's dead
but how you sung knew free at least in your head
despite what was said and left in time
the same that you read now putting in rhyme
seeds I sew to plant trees to answer the age old
that question; who owns a soul? If I may be so bold
That's what I'm told anchored in water cold
A wind blows and air picks up steam life like a dream
I even got a team and know that at first glance
I look as in a trance, but I ask to get a chance
perhaps I'm a snake tread on eating my tail
biting my tongue from telling my tale.
make it for sale or free on your cell arrive with a bell
A tree that bears no fruit still reaches to the heavens
so why cut it down luck or no triple sevens
more to prove than most it's fruit the holy ghost