GHOSTS iNSiDE

Come on here we go
Let's set it off then
Im gonna spit it raw
Like a dick with no condom
Im gonna fuck em all
Like a dozen nuclear bomb hits
The world is in my palms
King Koopa luigis are comets
Im a Firestarter
Stephen King or some Prodigy
Tired of them sleeping on me
Gimme some props I mean
Fought my way through addiction
Then the loss of my pops and then
Lost it all in a fire
What the hell else do I got to say
What the fuck
Have you been through in life
Youre probably tucked
Up your mommys cunt
Still to this night
Been fed with a silver spoon
Never struggled for food or bite
Never knew what it's like to lose
True am I right
Quick to judge
Shit they don't understand
What you know about the bitch You love
Running off with with your friends
While you just sick from drugs
Had been up six days on the meth
Now bugging tripping out the window
Wishing for death
Empty gut
Twisted up
Like a bucket of snakes
And that's exactly what you end Up in
When putting your trust in the fake
Something to say
Say it then or forget it
To much on my plate anyway
To give a fuck about opinions

When you've been left
By the ones you love
Left alone with the ghost inside
When all you got are those Chemicals
Dead no soul on the edge of time
I know
I know
I know that pain I do
I know
I know
No mans land with nowhere to go

See I remember back
Back when it was
When we were having fun
Before the path I was on
Became a trap for what
What I imagined as love
It was lust
And this fucked up pattern of Drugs
Bad bad habits and this attraction For sluts
No happy in my bag
Just a bag full of dust
Backpack full of raps
What passion I had left
Which was shit at the time why
Because I was depressed
Little at the time
Due to the fact was betrayed
By the same
Ones I gave
All my love
What a shame
So many nights
Thinking suicide
Fucked in the brain
Thinking am I crazy enough
To stick a gun to my head
Hate in my heart
Had me chained to the dark
Cocaine to a gang of painkillers
And shards
Places I lost myself in hotels
I would be tweaking for days
With no thought or no care
These are thoughts of a man
Who had a chance to be great
But chose to go and dance with Dope
And all those cancerous skanks
Where everybody wears a mask
A masquerade of the snakes
Wrapped up in them
Alienated chambers again

When youve been left
By the ones you love
Left alone with the ghost inside
When all you got are those Chemicals
Dead no soul on the edge of time
I know
I know
I know that pain I do
I know
I know
No man's land with nowhere to go

Exposing the facts
Im back at they throat
Like a hatchet
Dope on the track
Like strapping coke with some Black
Then slamming them both
Imagine a cold apartment
Where the roaches roam
And bitches bounce
Where the lonely go
Where I was
Dopesick and tripping out
No dough for opiates
Shit Im toasting bowls of crys
My soul sucked through the smoke
A ghost inside this crystal house
Smell of vinegar
Trail of syringes
Sit aside the couch
Kitchen littered with
Cigarette butts
And every light inside is out
Black sheets across the windows
And such
While these bitches selling their body
For a hit of some drugs
This is the wicked that I Witnessed
When I was living
Disgusted
Distant
From loved ones
Stuck in my addiction
Was fucked up

When youve been left
By the ones you love
Left alone with the ghost inside
When all you got are those Chemicals
Dead no soul on the edge of time
I know
I know
I know that pain I do
I know
I know
No man's land with nowhere to go