Crab Apples Deca

[Verse 1]
As a youth, back when Bishop had the glass of juice
Fresh squeezed from forbidden fruit trees and mass produced
I thought the walls were disaster proof
In a flash cast out the orchard where the green grass and apples grew
And sat shell shocked pullin' weeds at the roots
Graspin' for the truth as time passed like molasses moves
In a strange land tryin' to map its attributes
Live fast, brace for impact, knock a gasket loose
Fast forward past the crabapple garden
To twenty-twenty hindsight where cast shadows sharpen
And history's embellished on scrolls and stone tablets
A warehouse of skeleton skulls and old baggage
I heard the prison guards state their goals
To break the individuals spirit, commandeer it, and take control
Paid in full, cashing Langley checks playin' roles
They traded souls for commas when promised their weight in gold (Come on, come on)

[Chorus]
Squeeze the juice out, extract the libations
Strange vibrations, patterns and striations
Arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a glass up
I poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up
To better days, to less decay
To findin' what you're after in the present age
Purging reptiles lurkin' in the Everglades
Beneath the stars and the satellites' electric gaze