Ghosts

Ohh~!

This is my life...

This is my life

Yo...

I always knew I was different even back at six

They tied me to a pole with a rope and wrapped my wrists

They punched me and kicked me and slapped me with sticks

In the ribs and the kids called my daddy a bitch

Said my father's a faggot, it aggravated my dealings

I didn't know no better but knew I hated the feelin

From laughin at me whenever they would crack jokes

On my way to the store to get a pack of smokes

For my nana, Benson and Hedges 100 with a note from my grandmother

It's somethin she suffers from arthritis

Hands stuck together, drop down elbows

It looked like baseball, she called marshmellows

I could see the silho-uettes of the past, hello

The days back when I had those rain tap windows

To peer through and just look at the world

I was just a boy, I never knew what would occur

Blur ahead to myself as a half-dead fiend

Fucked up in my head from what happened between

With my body on the floor I'm asleep from beans

My life flashed before me, I peeped the scenes

Yeah, the ghosts talk to me in my head

They said I'm already dead

And I had so much blood to be shed

But I can't spill it no more

And I have died a thousand deaths

On the ground so out of breath

Yeah I've been down that flight of steps

But you can't kill me no more

Yeah...

It's a chain, we all grew up with the same dreams

But hit the potholes in the street and became fiends

Got in fist fights every night with the same team

Right around the time that Jay the Wood came clean

I was hurt from my broken home and goin crazy

Rollin up coke in bones and so I maybe

One these troubled youth in this modern day America

Thank God I'm still alive, I gotta say it's Erykah

Who was always by my side, that's why I love her forever

She knows my whole pain and all the stormy weather

That I been through, what I overcame and what it meant too

Other people looked at me like a freak with a pencil

I got enough rage for every page in my books

What I done - I should be in a cage with the crooks

But I'm not, barely by the skin of my teeth

Maybe there's a reason, time for me to finish this beef

It's the dawn of a new day and I've been given a platform

All the moments in my life, I got a rap for 'em

I gotta tell my story, bring it back for 'em

Either that or I could slip away in the cracks gone

You think I'd let it happen? Well that's wrong

Who would've ever thought I would be saved by a rap song?

I gotta capitalize, cause I'm rappin with guys

That I idolized as a kid, I'm revitalized

Always looked at life through a writer's eyes

I learned this shit is hard, really man you either fight or die

So I'm a stand up and fight that fight

I'm goin home broken bone and bloody tonight

You motherfuckers ever look and study your life

And see how fade and greyed they've made whatever you like?

Cause I can feel it in my fuckin gut when I write

This pain is sweet, I needed to be cut with this knife