E-dubble - Ghost of Chris Wallace lyrics

The seven footer on Boston Street, and I'm feeling awesomely Tough to gauge and someone who you probably wouldn't often meet Not to toot my own horn. I'd probably toot it awkwardly But marching to a drummer who is different is why I'm on beat Living like a quest, love. Trying to make the best of My situation. Never let my inspiration rest up Catching 'z's is luxury and right now I am ug-a-ly No beauty sleep, and I ain't ever heard of f**ing Robin Leach Probably because I'm dodging the shiny things that can bother me I'm trying to keep some hope alive. No one should be in poverty Honestly I'm only tackling problems that's in front of me Please don't front on me because I'm rolling down another street Trying to get this lane paved. I can make my own way No bandana on my face, but you know I'm Black Pais' All day in real time. Never miss a meal time Sicker than I should be, but some how I feel fine I know you hear the music, but please feel mine Sensory overload; the music gets me real high I won't stop until the trash truck comes And the whack get gone, and the masks come off No costumes. Avoid the postuum Cause this Wallace is alive and kicking and trying to rock truth Facebook Twitter And keep going. Never stop it when I'm rapping I don't have it written but you know that this is happening