High judges

Your Antidotal riddles dictation, as you stand looking down upon boxes of soap I'm free falling wasting my time And you think your life is sublime... Mine is ripped by ocean tides. against the jagged rocks of time ...yeah, go get your shoes shined You listen to them miss-tell you So Fortune Teller saw you n your penny loafers so she mystified you. Don't do till your lips turn blue, ur miss'n what I'm telling you! Or ur antidote might stop healing you Mishap..., Stop me if the jokes' not on you, but me, as it always seems to be Remember when ur judging me Pointing 1 finger at me makes 3 back at you Finger Food-nuggets