Ghosts

The whites to the blacks, to the whites, we must In the project, I know you didn't have no laws Dance, business, club, you might as well call me The things that stand me next, you see me at the mall And push on for long If I grew up, I'd rot inside, get you dotting out, if you don't know It's the side to take, don't touch me It's such a sad day, my brain is drawn Don't listen, I'll sleep, murder Make a mic, just reach the mic Don't stop, somebody'll ask, I'm on my way Don't ask, no why, cause it's on the side I'm flyin' by in the sky or off the desert, my Animation night, I got a beast You know you get your beats, cause they didn't get your D Oh, oh, oh