Ghosts Of The Past

Just another moping kid that started smoking potent spliffs//

He had never focused or noticed his hopefulness

Every time he closed his eyes he was jumping from a sloping cliff//

Thought his life was some boring shit

Pouring drinks alone in his open crib

Dark thoughts and bogus components

His heart talks, willingly knowing he's broken

He noticed the crickets and locusts

They were moaning while he's sniffing the coke hits

When he sparks a bowl, his hearts a hole and it opens a cold pit/

Stoned chicks constantly using him for their own fix

His minds past gone and his domes splits

One half has been stoned since, the other went off on a lone trip/

 

He took fifty painkillers with a bottle of jack

Laid his head to rest, against the bed as he swallowed it back/

His body felt hollow and trapped

He couldn't follow the path

The light at the end of the tunnel faded

Despite all of his troubles, he waited humble and patient/

He tumbled and felt ruffled and shaken

Struggled to escape from the rubble he's caved in

He awakens to the stranger that saved him

But didn't have the patience to follow cause the trails thin

But the stranger had been away for days since

 

This kid was dead the whole time, a ghost of the past

Died from an overdose of coke and collapsed

Fell ten stories and had broken his back

Don't wallow in sorrow or your soul wont detach

The moral of the story is...

Don't let anything keep holding you back!