The Ghost

I'm tired of coppin second hand, moping thru the land,
right and wrong's a curved path, straight fittin hand in hand,
thought's make me a bad man, action's keep me stranded,
but that's all gonna change when my brother jay's landed,
takin over, no game's, we aint into gettin fame,
only money's the objective & soon's the time frame,
fat pocket's, haze induced note's, i feen to cop a rain coat,
to sell to the leprechaun that sits under the rainbow.

smart cat's with the intelligence to make so many president's,
the white house goes broke for the plain fact we so diligent,
perfect sense, we militant, too much time in a residence,
make's your soul convert into a money hungry sentient,
no hesitance to bang your head against pipes that medicine,
won't ever calm the pain of us bringin upon the genesis,
remember who jumped up in it, stole the game simplistic,
faster heartbeat's than a new york minute, Omen.