The Ghost writer Lyrics

Hey Jamal, look what I found

I don't think you should be playing with that

Would you kill your mom and dad and sacrifice everything you have

Spread my ashes to a pentagram

Down to the very last kilogram

Could you kill your fam? Slice the throat of a lamb

The room shades doors open and slam

From the land of the dead I felt my soul being summoned

Demons fly across the room so you know what's coming

My hand breaks through the floorboard and I'm pissed like a warlord

I grabbed him and asked him, would you sacrifice your soul for him

He said, I'm sorry sir

I don't mean to offend. I wish to be gifted with the pen

Let you take my soul within

Fuck it, I'll sacrifice my best friend

He looked at him to grab the blade

He's only 12 when he put his boy in the grave

His friend falls as he bags away

His name was Jamal. You could see the fear on his face

He gets to his knees and he begs and he pleads

He said, look bro, I believe in your dreams

Wait, wait, wait, wait, no, no

I was there in your time of need

For this psycho, you gonna murk me for money and greed

Eric said, it is what it is

Ain't no turning back or no running from it

The ghost yelled, stop hesitating to stab him in the stomach

Then Eric said, I've know we been boys since day one

Would've been quick if I had a gun

Shot you in the leg if you tried to run

This really hurts me and nothing about this is fun

Little Eric stabbed his friend in the chest

Looked him in the eyes as he took his last breath

He grabs his friend and drops the knife

Oh shit, what have I done

Ghost took him by the hand and said

Ay, yo, we gon' be boys like

Now come with me, leave your old life behind

Stay by my side and you'll be fine

But you disobey your ass is mind

And that's the story of Eric and Jamal

Two best friends used to hang at the mall

Secret handshakes, they did it all

Eric was a good kid and never broke a law

He wants to give up, having thoughts of suicide

Made a deal with the devil, now it's hard to break ties

Eric was panicking, rehearsing his alibis

He covered his mouth so his parents won't hear his cries

He took his body, then drug it across the carpet

And tossed him in the closet

The sight of blood made him feel nauseous

All this to be a thriving rap artist

As the blood flows down the drain

Thinking to himself a lot about the change

I don't believe in ghosts