Phantom

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]

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I been waitin', playin', for a long time

X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind

I turn on the TV, I see crime

Script written diligently and aired on time

Push the power button, now I'm to devour somethin

Opened up my fridge and found nothin

Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom

Wishin' I could write another tune

But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes

Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's

The burden of things I couldn't bear

Feelings weren't dealt with properly

Remorse follows me

With his good friend, the threat of poverty

Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be

There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance

I take a look at myself and at first glance

I see who I recently thought to be me

Based on identities public and private

Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga

A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon