a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last
jumping, to the pretty Bentley Did I mention in the steering wheel's, a color TV Tinted up blowing smoke, that's the life of a G [Lil' Flip] Houston we have a
ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off Other words I didn't put a dent in a can compared to the
a ghetto attack my self esteem in a evil way they'll kill your dreams if you listen to what people say see God called me with a Holy callin He snatched
yo son I can't sleep Situation so deep, my niggas drownin' in the streets Another rapist'll stalk, a younger murder is walked They got shit locked in a fort, a
sit down right beside you and I look into your eyes I feel a deep emotion as you look onto the skies and she says I've lived a life of evil. Some people