Fool's Gold - Billy Woods

I once played the fool at a DOOM show

Really thought it was him cause I stood back a few rows

Angry people threw 'bows and crushed a few toes

It was like a live production of the emperor’s new clothes

Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues

You get there and there’s just a few menus

A fucking employee rocking a grin like a Cheshire Cat

And I’m wearing a jester hat

Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack

Rap fans on the net are the fucking biggest ones

Steady letting babyfaces mark ‘em for hit and runs

A bunch of fool players

Learning new prayers

None of em showing you

How to be your own soothsaying oracle

At least take turns like a two-player portable

Play the mark or play the carney

Stay in the dark or host the party

Write the play or play in the park like a child, shit

I be watching soul school like an old fool

All up in the wrong castle like Mario and Toadstool

I’m from the Blowed, fool.

It’s also a pronoun

Bought the deed to some land in a southpole snowtown

Fool me once, shame on you

Fool me twice, I’m lame.

cats is nice with the game

In this record lane… NOT!

Still I manage to get strung along once I brung a song

To the tabletop and had it flop

Wasn’t for the lack of opportunity knocking

Just a lot of empty promises and halfhearted talking

Even paperwork dont seem to hold a lotta water

Never seeing sales reports

Or reports of my slaughter in retail land

I’ve tried to expand

Done a lot for the cause but the rebel gets slammed doors

Never opening after initial work

Promoters holdin out on the dough

I’m thinkin this will work

Everytime I sign on the line

At least try to flex optimism

And see the shine I get idle text

One of these days I may really wake up

But for now they keep foolin til my band break up and thats tough

I booked the same room as our first date/relieved

Finally no need to lie about working late/nervously pace

Looking in the mirror/you look great

Easily ten years younger

I could be thirty-eight

Petals on the duvet I picture her face

After years of roses on nightstands

When I take her hand

And say you could be an honest woman

I’ll be your man

One finger to her lips

Don’t say a word yet/champagne on ice ill take you away

From all of this/you don’t have to put on the red light

A single passionate kiss

That shows me you had the same knot in your chest

From years of wondering «maybe» and «what if»

It’s not that I don’t love my wife and kids but this is it

For happiness I’m waiting by the window like Malcolm X

Courtyard by Marriott/Room twenty-six

Just as real as i imagined

Honeysuckle root all on my mattress

I want u forever if u asking

Infatuated visions in this blackness

Matchstick memory

Candlelight/Shadowplay

Unfamiliar Energy/Welcoming

A fortnight since we last connected

Confessions

Otherworldly pleasures in your presence

Possess me/these sessions in succession

By the moon exhausted

Drain me baby awesome

Climax cumulus

Union of like mind

Sidetracked illusions

Im not truly in right mind

Demon spawn polluted

Im consumed/a fool in denial

Night time intrusions

Concluded with deceitful smiles/waking hours

Eyes open on cold tile covered in sweat and bile

Doc shake his head look over my files

Long time sufferer asylum

Silence awaiting her arrival