In the Armor

There are days I wear grandpa's arms around like a scarf Sunday service at Sansun on Stockton Boy stand if you are able, I'm Aesop like fables There's someone at the door, a grown man gripping on my throat before it hit the floor I cover up deep scars with tissue paper Wrap floss around my fingertips until they scream stop You chink ass bitch, go back to china go back to china, go back I'm still in Chinatown, wishing I was out, Yeah ten years of wishing as a fish that I could drown! Sincerely paper Every time I leave the house I put my armor on If a chinks in it they might see I can't respond, to loaded questions This rapper's a Decepticon I dream big but I still be sleeping at my moms I don't have a plan B, the boldest matador until they send a stampede I'm five ten with Tims filled to the brim with overconfidence, in reality My wife will probably face the consequence What the hell's a consequence? To a private school kid with no common sense A waste of time waste of talent waste of father too All to show em that I really had the follow through Let's go, to places so unknown That we can't find a bar of service on our smarty phones Yeah, I walk this lonely road of chasing after huh and as for love I only make the most Walk with me, you don't need to talk with me If our city's up in flames would you pour with me? Walk with me, you don't need to talk to me If our city's up in flames would you pour with me?