Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
What can you share and still have all for yourself?
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
He has married many women but has never married.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?