Ghosts

You could miss me with your misery bruh
I accompany beats like passenger seats while the passages reach
Ya'll have ears to the streets yet question a pastor who speaks
Our brium ain't equal apparent why your balance is weak
Imagine nonchalance among where the savages be
I'm a don dada, don with data and rather unique
Found my light in the dark when pressures of pain is at it peak
I appear as a diamond so precious those prefaces read
Love is blind and your spirits illiterate
Guess you can't see my heart when I'm spitting it
There's ghosts in my words that don't relate to a ghost with a pen
So much talk about ghosts
I have new career weening the hollow of men
If not today then tomorrow then seed time harvest it
Breed lines, father them and son minds often friend
To be frank like I'm talking to Ox & Nathan
Quick fast, fasten your belts, it's truly fascinating
We fly as Sanaa Latham
Salma Hayek adjacent
Even in maturation one can't deny their greatness
See what I did there
See what I do here
You going I been for fun I'll go again
Once you so far ahead It's just never about the win
A whirlwind world wonder still some wonder bout him
Never wonder within then wonder why they without
Since I wonder bout myself, I'm a wanderluster when out
On air, water, concrete or grass terrain
Don't know how to serve don't tell me you here to reign
I don't know how to surf, watch me surf on some brain waves
When thoughts go mind to tongue It's phase and not a phase



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Hoard
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