Shadows shift at the sight of my name scrawled
Only call me up when agendas get installed
Fake handshakes, whispers in the back hall
Put me in the game, but I’m watchin’ the ball stall
Invited to the feast, but the chair’s still missin’
Heard my name twice, guess their ears still itchin’
Solo act, no platoon, shadow war I'm wagin',
Pen sharp as switchblades, every word engagin'.
Ghost the ghosts who left me, specters in my zone,
Echoes in the ethers, this poet stands alone.
One man militia, army of these verbs,
Ghost in your system, flipping through your nerves.
Not here for the chatter, I’m the storm unseen,
Needed then I vanish, like a phantom in-between.
Duck dodge the lies, alibis they throw,
Truth cuts the fabric, see my ink overflow.
No farewell message, no goodbye ring tone,
Poet too elusive, ghost recluse to the bone.
I ain't a savior, just the soul on call,
Only show my face when the cloaked scenes fall.
Specter in your story, truth hunter with swag,
Don’t summon my name unless it’s flags I gotta drag.
Pen a ghostbuster anthem, scribble on your doubt,
Spit sick the rhymes, leave specters washed out.
No evidence, no prints, just a trace in your head,
Poet black-out artist, leave the lies misled.
Back to the mist, where the righteous reside,
One-man army, and the shadows my guide.
Ghost the fake fiction, haunting truth the toast,
Poet goes quiet, then I vanish, adios! his worth; it’s offendin’, chillin'
Replaceable they say, but my soul stay drillin'
My value ain’t a pawn in your shallow façade
Soul drenched in the grime, I’m covered in God
Run game on a mind never skip no applaud
Prestige from the struggle, every step left flawed
[Verse]
Ink spills, drippin', tales untold
My thoughts unravel, my soul unfold
In the abyss, where the shadows creep
Pen bleeds heavy, what I sow I reap
Let it bleed, let the stories ignite
Carve my name deep in the coldest night
Hopes in the hollows, truth laced with greed
Through the ache of the page, let the pen bleed
Carved courage in the lines, fear erased
Raw emotion, trapped in the hand’s embrace
Every stroke a fight, scars on the script
Drank from the silence, lines got ripped
Fury of the South, dirty with pride
Pulsin' in the beat where my demons reside
Rhythm of the streets, where the ink collides
Bleeding words run, heart open wide
[Chorus]
Let it bleed, let the stories ignite
Carve my name deep in the coldest night
Hop time movin’ slow, bass thumpin' heavy grind
Down South breath draggin lyrics so refined
They loop me in for usage but I break confines
Rated by those deaf to the divine
Horizon shadows long, but I rise with purpose
Angled at the peak, leavin' snakes feelin' nervous
Every hidden agenda left blood on their purses
The poet ain't your merchant; I just write the verses miss me when I'm here not when I'm gone you might be able to replace the physical me but never the loyalty respect and love I bring ghosting the ghost that ghosted in to the abyss allusive poets to elusive delusive
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