Imagine riding through the dark with no heart,
Where bodies lay, and trigger spray paint is an art.
Swamped in it from start up to depart.
It's got you dying to flex. Head and chest
to protect your life with a vest.
As I confess deadly sins......
Born again through the hearts of "murder" men.
Since the age of ten been trying to stay out the pen.
And ain't no friends in the game....
They died young.
Where I'm from, you get hung.
Incarcerated while the rest lay numb. To Kingdom Come...
From the ghetto. I tell my story with more nuts than glory for my peers in purgatory.
Tryin not to worry... get 'em off in a hurry!
Back to my ride to the other side.
Where my homies died, and they mommas cried.
nikkas give a fukk if you bigger....
That's how it be and I don't mean no harm,
But any fool that disagree with me, raise your arm?
Enough said.
I'm mislead, walking round half dead,
broke and unfed. Trippin off voices in my head.
They hollerin' bout....
"....Ghost Rider. Tell me how you feel. Do you really got the balls to get ya cap peeled!?"
But nikkas aint that real!![]()
"Totin steel with murder skills to kill....
You ride for me, I'll ride for you. We'll keep it real, though."