Charli Brown Beatz - Burden of Truth lyrics

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