Something to Choose

[Verse 1] There’s nothing more divine than Chelsea on the High Line Friends over the moon and yet still under the moonshine Questions raised like graves out of the vine See, I write the words but He gets the byline Chill in the air fair to middling in mine Cause I stare into the black like I’m pilfering rhyme Like I’m filtering signs interpreting these times Working a thousand piece puzzle of no design What’s in a spine? is a backbone a virtue? Does other peoples pain matter that won’t hurt you? Whip of the lash and the trash of the tongue Cut a gash in the whole system till my wisdom is sprung Like we’ve all been collectively crucified some When we won’t do to others what we’d want to have done It’s called the not so golden rule It says love should based on their connection to you So if there's no intersection between my country’s pursuit Then there's probably not a whole lot of something to do I was embarrassed when I realized whose Head I cared more about like something to chose Down on your knees stare into lens Can you look into my eyes distinguishing them? Whether you were Yazadi born or just Jim Foley see I’m torn wholly between skins [Hook] x2 Maybe it took a rapper to kill and diss back Son it’s no kind a skill we ain’t feeling your track Just another villain time willing your wack Maybe it took a rapper to diss back