TaleOfAGhost (Prod. The Virus and Antidote)

202 all day, i parle, where my demons stay pupils black as night, white as day
 What would Jesus say
 Tears come down her face, as I sway, in my hearse I lay
 This is the tale of a ghost, I have been dead since the day I came out of the womb
 Slittin' the right hand couldn't sleep just like humans I thought as I sat in the dark of my room
 Young adolescent the blessing his family thought that his mind he was being consumed
 By all the thoughts and the statements bestowed onto him to persuade them in lettin' him loose
 Could they be stopped? Walkin the streets seein' wanted civilians would constantly watch
 Hiding his face in the masses that showed he was given transparent once he's hit the block
 Nothing could save him but he didn't want to be saved, fully content with the shock
 People were staring in awe as the shells started breakin' a smile rolled through with that Glock
 Pow pow pow pow
 Bodies were droppin around him but he kept a smile on his face
 Smoke and the stench of the corpses polluted the air as civilians were runnin away
 He didn't care, smiling through all the destruction the chaos he left in his way
 Switch in the clip in the Smith and the Wesson he held was the only sirens that got break
 Sirens broke out in the streets people started to flee and they ordered him down on the ground
 He didn't listen continued to load ammunition and constantly lay niggas down
 He was insane, a screw must be loose in his brain
 Or simply just tired of the lames
 All of the fakes, told em dont make no mistake, he the reason they should be afraid
 Light up the block, gunned down by armies, the cops, and the bundles of shells that be dropped
 They ain't get shot, since time had run out on the clock, just the menace who had to be stopped
 Slowly approachin' the perp they thought they had murked, they subdued him with countless to watch
 One single bullet would signal the death of a murderer's blood ran over the rocks