For Ghostwriters

They told me don't get too deep in that demonstration

You'll look up and your life will be an imitation

Of ancestors who met early with they visitation

Ain't understand until I heard them shots ricocheting

They talking about me on the news it's incriminating

Impervious to allegations and insinuations

Once I refused to live my life by they stipulations

Everything from my past faced evisceration

Now I'm back and forth to jai, in and out cells

My homie on a shirt, they was spitting out them shells

While they died of thirst, I was digging out a well

Spirits whisper out and yell