God of Hustle

I can't stand my voice But I don't give a f*ck My poetry too fire for me not to talk Demonize your neighbors and find yourself living in hell At large My mind is occupied by aliens they say things and I make amends Demons pay me rent my next problem tends to solve the last I Ponzi scheme the pain and it will never end but the people can't last The people I call never answer I scare any man with a whisper I'm not a role model even if I got the lantern I'll take your head like a Highlander And watch your soul float I took 50 O'es to the pot and went gold I'll use a dog to hunt a deer and then eat both We are all sheep but ya'll little Bo peep and I'm the silence of the lambs I point to the heavens, and they look at my hand Give them the future but it's the past they demand Head on backwards ass they best friend All art no matter how grand Still has to be interpreted through the painter's hand Unbreakable faith don't mean I don't judge But unconditional love is unconditional love Virtues with me till I ascend up above No time for dumb shit I levitate over mud