Ghost(2)

I see it, i feel it, i know my death is imminent,

Via drive bye im drunk and high but still vigilant,

13 shots but only hit by six is my death envisioned,

a blacked out civic with the gun man in the back seat,

A gucci ski mask i cant recognize him, but knows me,

I hear someone scream before the G18 flows free,

never got to change my ways cause nobody showed me,

the shots flowed, i froze, echoed in my head the path i chose to go,

in the red dot this is what i got for illegally earnin',

They know them bullets be hot, and now they burnin',

should i leave this body behind to see the tides turnin',

Or return to the table and owe my life to the surgeon,

exposed the phonys in my circle, trying to find there host,

Rehabilitated on the table but now its time to be a ghost,

 

 

lost and forgotten then it got alot worse,

your graspin' your 357 till someones picks your hearse,

am i violent or on the brink of insanity,

false judgement got me thinkin' of my family,

will god give me a second chance to witness my first baby breathe,

or will he take my soul, but favour my seed,

For years they were filled with envy,

the Blood filled tears soak around my memory,

A poor kid rising from the ashes from a broken home,

trying not to succumb to madness, but now my heart is made of stone,

The 10yr old nobody trying to play with anyone who passes,

an underlying sadness but a mind trying to wake the masses,

nobody goin cry when i die, now i see life through dead eyes,

feel how i feel inside, Died and come back now its time to ride,