The Ghost
I'm gone just like that at the blink of an eye
and the critics don't know what side I'm on
because I reside wit them both them
niggas that blow hella weed smoke
and this lost generation thats beggin for hope
and they think it's a joke but me I just float
away like a boat on a cruise and life or death
curses and blessings which one do you choose
and whats rule 1, live everyday like it's ya last one
poetically sadistic strapped emotionally wit a
brick of C-4 and a revolver wit one in the chamber
and since I'm a ghost, like the Great White Shark
my name spells danger I'm far from bilingual
but spiritually I then spoke every language
and I'm gone like the spirit of the lost victims
like a well people keeping throwing coins in
and keep wishing like Christians who's
spiritually fishing... I'm A Ghost
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