Deep In My Cellar

[Mr. J]

I seize eyes from the tiger, take lies from the liar
set their ice in the fire..fan that, advice from the wiser
of men...of mice time is of the dire, the likes of a tire
formed to a bike and it's rider, roll the dice you acquire
once I add the clock, and the other device to the wires
it's on you...give your wine to the diner
outsource, when you understand the lines of the finer...
evils, you might find out that time is the buyer
I am the seller, the keeper of the message
you should either go to sleep with depressants
or understand the weaker is in my presence
the sweetest of essence...waiting
and I, keep them buried deep in my collection
playing with them til' I deem my impressions
are you ready? or even seasoned to perfection?
I doubt it, branch out then weed out connections...
rooted deep in your mind, leave out direction...
I snap them out from what they were buried in
draw out everything that they carried in
voodoo spells...raise everything where the cemetary ends
farfetched, funny because they still ain't made any sense
youthful in their actions, reckless, alive in my absence
would probably die in contraction
if I never supplied them an attic
spewing hope...the lies of an addict
I let them whine though...they strive from the passion