Call me white man, I'm Ghost b**h
But Listen in, while I fly thru this like coach pitch
Wrote this
While I was goin ghost b**h
And you know this, So sick
Singeing Acid drowning my Asparagus
Preposterous
That was obvi water
I don't mess wit doctors
Leave that to the cadavers
Or Marshall Mathers
Since he knows a doctor by the name of Dre
Who's Beats are round my head
Phonin him bout his instrumentals
That got me in a daze, or maybe
That's just the haze preachin
Regardless respect to Dre
No Heathens Allowed
Only the ones with a chest full of courage
And a soul purified by gold
How old am I?
Or
How old is my soul?
Cuz I may be human
But this spirit is highly spiritual
And my mentality is far from balanced
Swear, I already live in a gold plated palace
Wit a chick named Alice
You can go ask Alice
Best book it
But don't judge a book by its cover
Before you get s**ed into it
And the horrors that it uncovers
The Truth
Trust me playa
It's a tough one to grasp, cover to cover
But it's just one
Like the many others
That helped me better myself my undercover brother
I know I'll never be black
I'm just writin these slabs
To let the future know
Aside of color, humans adapt
Now that you've faced the facts
Imma face this
Matter fact, pa** that
Show these selfish sinners
Mind their manners
Positive planners will prosper
If inspired by proper standards
Smart like Stanford
I had my uncle Matt Sanford
My prayers got answered
A loving family is all I needed
But that's just one reason why I scripted this poetry
Honestly
Blood makes you related
Loyalty makes you family
And that's all I care to see
So excuse me
But we comin, breaking intrusively
BTS the truest, you'll see
And we just started that's summer sixteen