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High Court Like A Ghost

Into the off-white room, she lived her life just to live up to the moon. Teared eyes, sunrise. She hasn't slept a wink all night. This is the part where

heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream

Im from Harelm the land of the ora and swag enforcer, you dont walk like me, or talk like me, or handle the pressure on the court like me, Im jordan in

life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris

t stop for a minute cops telling you walk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts, running from court Newports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports What's a

when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay

High octane for the brain, puffin' on some dank Traffic backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper Music on slap, sounding like a concert Drink in

altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, Our database deities--they cannot save us, Microchip miracles only enslave us. The high priests of high

it The elevated trainline of the day linin the A Where I first encountered the likes of Baby168 Stan, Iz the Wiz, K56, T.K.A Kingpin throwups and way