歌词：
The Black Ghosts Tears From A Gun

i feel it on the tip of my tongue, these words fall out like tears from a gun and down they roll to join up as one, look in and see your own reflection

the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs Monkey on your back livin like a junkie Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free From

! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!) Enough to make a black ghost turn

from no corny ass A and R That never filled a milk crate with break beats I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A., L.A., L.A. I still

's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of

surroundeda?¦ just drop the gun The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills Sudden fulla?¦ sudden release! We're surroundeda?¦ just drop the gun

in my pockets and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya even though the yay is brought in by the cia see im a

the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs Monkey on your back livin like a junkie Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free From

In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture ni**az we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun