gods call

I'm not ready for the apocalypse
The politics the hollow abyss
Where did Jesus go
When dropped the crucifix
Lunatics is tripping
Addicted to the afflicted
So I flip the script
Stack my chips
And get this bread

You taking seven steps backwards
And I'm 8 ahead
Come to meet my maker
Ask them what's been left unsaid
They say wisdom comes from knowing
We know nothing ain't that something
Got me blushing
My intelligence
It's up and coming
But lately I been running
From that discussion
The deconstruction
Raw emotions can be so potent
It's tough at times to let go on a whim
Of the strings that sewn us
So tightly bound when we felt unhinged
So I ask spirit
What is left for me
She says life's no guarantee
You gotta make do
Every moment
Every breath
And stay true
Breathe the fresh air
While the skies are still blue
So that's just what I do

That's what I do and that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
That's what I do and that's what I do
And that's just what I do
That's what I do and that's just what I do

There's grown men
Who send me death threats
All they do is hate me
They somewhere lost
In the sea of debt
Hoping their ladies
Haven't found me yet
All they do is love me
So my head just keeps inflating
I take it as a compliment
The channel they keep changing
Curiosity of incompetence
Commonly frustrating
Called a dyke by a misogynist
Guess I'll stop debating
I'd be upset if I was you too
Don't even gotta mention
My accomplishments
Guess there's no escaping me
The tomboy who's obviously
Confused by dichotomy
In form the androgyny
They ain't wanna see me Blossom
Never been a Bubbles
More of a Butter cup
Shel Silverstein I'm falling up
I'm a walking anomaly
I don't destroy property
Unless I'm skating through my city
And see a crusty ledge
Pushing fast as Flinstone
You know my homie Fred
Find the strength I need to carry
Rooted in my legs
What's up babe
Put it in park
I'm tryna skate
What's up babe
Put it in park
I'm tryna skate
What's up babe
Put it in park
I'm tryna skate
What's up babe
Put it in park
I'm tryna skate

And that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
And that's what I do
And that's just what I do
I'm not ready for the apocalypse
The politics the hollow abyss
Where did Jesus go
When dropped the crucifix
Lunatics is tripping
Addicted to the afflicted
So I flip the script
Stack my chips
And get this bread