Raising The Skate

(Album: Foil Deer - 2015)

Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk you blame for your speech
Walk around the block again
Wait till I feel cool and straight
With a diaristic bent on undertaking

Careful, steady
Are we steady?
Cruel and ready

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
Shooter, not the shot
On the tip and fit to execute
I'm chief, not the overthrown
Captain, not a crony
So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat

Holding a package from a total stranger who claims to know me
Naw, you never knew me, man, not even a fraction
You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
Shooter, not the shot
Well-composed with keys to raise the skate
I'm chief, not the overthrown
Captain, not a crony
So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone

We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl
Dip a toe till it's soaked and freezing
But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry
Doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet

That's 'cause I'm the boss
Caller of the shots
Sutanejo, never spit to me
Chief, play my own right hand
Not haggish, but the hag
How naïve to trample
She who's running from the stampede
I'm raising the skate
Look, I'm raising the skate