Letras:
The Ghost Inside Through The Cracks

Pride and pity play no part of the process. Like allegiance lost in hellfire, I've lost it all. Tell the maker of my grave that I'm not dead. There's

: Pride and pity play no part of the process. Like allegiance lost in hellfire, I've lost it all. Tell the maker of my grave that I'm not dead. There

truth about life Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us We still look at ourselves through

is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity inside

the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid? Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside

father's death While world it keeps turning One more day of pain has passed While he lies in the sand on his back Lookin' through the cracks in the

with my eyes And at best, I can trace with my finger all the way To that town where she went an attempt to forget The cracks and the lines of my face

call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat Ruffle inside

be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through