Nov 18 2009
∞
Peace God
It’s been a long time
I shouldn’t of left you
Without a strong line
To wreck you
Think of how many cold nights you slept through
Time’s up
I’m sorry I kept you
Fiending for this
Pure cocaine bliss
No cut
No filler
No preemie condom shit
No arm and hammer
Or benzo for sale
Just pure fishscale
White as hell
The Ghost ain’t no joke
I move the crowd so well
Peace god to Rakim
For giving me the shell
-Ghost Writer
