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letra de growing up on rap - ghostofanego

[intro: ghostofanego]
they never gave me the time of day
it’s my time today
if i’m underground, why am i above all these rappers?

[verse i: ghostofanego]
words are my first nature, favorite human behavior
so rap’s wordplay was my playpen back then
back when i played with the pen
a lil em and pac, nas and jay
c-ck, bob, and sway, but stay
on the beat as you lay on the beat
and who did it bigger than b.i.g?
i fell in love with the beats and deep truth
an instant connection of deep affection
affected my life on disliked nights
no lights, but i couldn’t sleep
so i might put on a little beat

[chorus: ghostofanego]
ghosts of a thousand pasts
those that we outlast
those that we unmask
those that we want back
those that we need back
ghosts of a thousand pasts

[intro ii: ghostofanego]
i fought the devil but i couldn’t win
so i shattered that d-mn mirror
so i wouldn’t have to look at him

[chorus]

[verse ii: ghostofanego]
you ever feel helpless? here this’ll help it
anger to the dormant domestic
let it invest, infect, and affect it
my parents didn’t like the sound of the swears
i swear it was their sound i couldn’t bear
to be fair their m.o. was to let go
at age eighteen
ain’t they seen the meaning of cather and the rye?
can’t catch ’em if you try
voracious reader equals precocious leader
or so they lead you to believe
please
books are just people’s reprieve
a different world to relieve
the lies while we leave this world
no different than… music
what’s different is who uses it

[intro iii: ghostofanego]
so let me drop some book knowledge on you

[verse iii: ghostofanego]
black president and most black don’t have decent residence
seek peace but i hesitate
don’t i resonate with the rest
i guess i oughta give it a rest
i’m blessed
forget the rest
forget the message
you’re no sage, no messiah
atheist preacher, patient teacher
anxious to meet her, justice
i l-st it
i must have it
d-mn it
i can’t sleep
man, it creep into my manic mind
stabs at it all the time
and all the rhymes can’t fix it
and all the lines can’t fix it
and all the fixes can’t nix it
like hysterical america after nixon

[chorus]

- ghostofanego

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