Tha Ghost Writa
I'm what the people call a freedom writer
the flow is on fire, but I'm far from an arsonist
a black activist and lyrically I'm unconscious
thats me a verbal abuser, I speak in riddles
sometimes but I ain't trying to lose ya
I speak for my people, so like the holy spirit
these lyrics gotta move ya
I'm something like Jesus was on earth
but just like Christ is, 22 years of age
one son, no drama
ready for death when the Lord calls
something like a suicide bomber
and karma, I'm so calm, remote activated
like C-4 explosives, and I'm no rookie wit this
so I'm telling you don't get it twisted
Outspoken, and I'm everything what
the truth should be, the chains is loose,
slavery still exist but truthfully I'm spiritually free
I'm the one GOD called on when his people were crying
and I came to the rescue ready to die
running threw the rain and walking thru fire
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2007
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