maps to heaven Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God I fell something pressing against my kidneys Maybe a pair of wings, maybe the ghost of a
see right through There's nothing more that I can do All my friends are ghosts I said, all my friends are ghosts All my friends are ghosts... and go
death! [Chorus: ] So your sons and daughters lay there dead And old you watch in fear and dread Yet those who escaped the fire Will live to tell of the Ghost
to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of god. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings. Maybe the ghost of a bullet
Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea No course or sense of direction Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea A lost ship adrift With a ghost at the wheel
I do boy Im a star, boy, I told you boy, Im a Soldier boy, Im DeShaun, Holten in this B-tch, Im the Proof boy your a fraud, I destroy you boy, f-ck around
earth Never respected Only (neglected) Theirs is the ghost of America Receiving no honor Holding on to their pride Only were cheated Never defeated Theirs is the ghost
You remind me of a snowflake That falls while comets hit the earth Destroying buildings and trees But you are so light in the air You never disrupt a
to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island [Cam'Ron] We destroy
crack house bored Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid The courts, ah bowl ah, crooks 'Cause bitches want the money on ya books Destroy
, watch how the majesty control it Don't let it go slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin'
find ya Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin' right behind ya You crossed the wrong muthafucka, now you paranoid 'Cause I'm a nigga these niggas just can't destroy
m a star, Boy, I told you boy, I'm a Soldier boy, I'm DeShaun, Holten in this bitch, I'm the Proof boy your a fraud, I destroy you boy, fuck around and
ultimate quartet indestructable unpredictable Symbolic sorcerers collaborate with one trick to pull The trick is to focus Make millions from swollen billions Seek the weak and destroy
bad chicks, I ain't your average hero Movie premieres, catch me with the zam enginero Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist Face of a ghost, mind
them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to.. Ghost here they come now! Errr! Pull off
