God and the L Train

I don't feel stoppable I feel that drop an album'n watch'em cop it all Kick flows like a soccer ball Stack my chips like dominoes and watch'em fall Like a snow man I'm abominable So ice cold my guts froze icicles in my abdominal Doing crunches lunges a Curmudgen Smiling at social functions So many circles I run in I'm feeling like an onion Just joking that's tongue in cheek Snort coke stack hundreds another week Club work get drunk with stuttered speech The hustle keeps you fit bitch my fucking obliques Sharp enough to cut a check I'm fucking tweaked Like Hunter S skinny dipping in hunters creek A writer noticing redundancies displayed in stunning speech When it came to pens it's That average could never be accepted I go Schwarzeneggar with planet fitness bars I'm friggin flexing its perplexing Rip shots at hip hop sip bourbon in flip flops With a stetson I've ripped off shit I've become a friggin Texan Is it a question if josh can flick off An entire industry cuz his thoughts Drip off the page like an ink blot I display repressed rage in a world With a failure to communicate They say we just going through a phase It seems like the end of days Dad on the phone telling me to pray I Meditate and focus on what to say Or how to hold back the words inside my brain Every way seems like the wrong way Road to salvation we took the long way Serve up beats flambé God in my heart with thumping like Harambe Yo my city going Crazy bro Good thing I been that way for a while Its looks beautiful on tv But it can change you And it needs to change But but this bitch is eating itself alive Looking at my city burn, hoping that it gets reborn Change comes but will it be the same injustice in different forms Feeling torn this is where I learned to hustle Follow dreams and fight through struggle Now I'm watching buildings looted'n restaurants suffer They may never recover burning cars I can smell the rubber I remember watching bubble butts shuffle up them flights Club working endless nights Draining shots and bringing honey's back making love under city lights I support the fight hope this time we get it right We so divided I hear them riots is it lower vs upper class They say I'm too white to talk on civil rights Well motherfucker kiss my ass the Lebanese half This a human fight don't matter if you white or black Thank you Michael Jack-son I'm about to go off on ya'll like I'm his dad Libertarian and I still say systemic racism is a fact But I Have to ask why we destroy ourselves this shit is whack Why we push socialist agenda's in case you don't remember African's most subjected to'em say they can't escape poverty That's why they call it the fucking trap I'm just talking facts Friends telling me to shut my trap Wanna refund a welfare state that's collapsed You can't buy prosperity bitch Why we re-doing the things that failed us in the past