Army Of One - Ghost

The sun is shining in my frames and yes it's blinding me again
Reflecting light onto the fragments and the stains
Of red that I have shed from being sane enough
To do this thing and stay in touch
With values that I cared for as a student in the days above
And since I see the world now in sepia tone
I'm writing backwards when I scribble notes I keep in my phone
I see the world through music so it makes sense I use it
Until the muses I abuse put on their shoes and dip, yo
They ran until the view of them was gone
But I never lost the hope I'd fit their phantoms in this song
They float above as ghosts taunting me until I scramble for the ropes
Playing flutes to all the rhythms that I hope you hear me spoke
So I brush stroke in panic while they're tugging at my canvas
Only painted half the story 'fore they took me out this morning
Now the glory that I hope to find is torn away and surely
Having wealth can fill the void but it could never write this for me
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
I'm a Ghost if you see it here's a rope you can be it
For every single hole I punched in the wall
You'll find a couple who could never resolve
They pissed away their history explicitly
Like lyrics that they spit to me
And bandaged up my knuckles from the damage it inflicted me
I lifted up the lid on the gift, and sifted through to see
The rows of DNA strands sitting there twisted beautifully
I threw them in the blaze that was started for my eulogy
And lingered by the edge of the grave looking for jewelry to Pawn
But the Knight came racing on the lawn
So I trace my steps backward to the safety of the dawn
I can't help my inspiration I'm just waiting 'till it calls
So I keep myself pacing to avoid the waiting thralls
But I'm baited once again to giving up my artist status
By complacence and the ghosts of other writers who once hated
What they made and dissipated from the faces of the earth
While the music stayed, playing our from basements in the dirt
Got a house got a wife got a car got a life
But I never felt differently than when I was slight
You know the only time I felt complete was when I would write
So if you're listening to this or not I'm doing alright
'cause I can settle for the pedestal of being my biggest fan
As long as I'm a level head and being the bigger man
The reason that I'm doing this is 'cause of the Jigga man
But I just can't compete with rappers holding a trigger, damn
I'm vigorous deliver us from blowing up quicker fam
To anybody doubting us here's were you can stick it man
Already got enough stuff attacking my spirit man
But ever since I wrote quotes I felt like the richest man
If I go too long without a mic I break out in itchy hands
If I don't write every night I start getting twitchy, damn
A true blue fiend for this scene, cause it's my dream
Making sure the time I do it is not, when I'm asleep
After 1200 weeks I'm strong enough to compete
I counted every single one of them while walking the street

Written by:
Daniel Tribble

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