Rehab & Choppy Waters

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh A top the blue They choke on boob Living on a float, producing new cells Regenerating harder scales Incinerate the hardest incarcerated, no bail In the concrete They snake pass the staff into a sentence A time to dwell Asleep, Submerged in the beach Rain renews a dormant shell Alarmed, a surge of water swells Spurs a muddy trek to synchronize outside a jail Into society's salty smell Not as buoyant out the blue Living through hard spells They know it will be a hard sell Shaking old skins It's hard to talk about bizarre tales That might rattle pure heart's frail Giving up on the world took my innocence My love renewed encased in a hard shell I had to work through to revitalize Dead tissue soaked in salt smells Not uncommon to those on the ocean Hardship on the sea looking for a place to be Only time will tell if we'll ever be In myself I seek wealth I hope I get well I hope you will tell I hope I don't fail If so, then it's back to Hell