Ghosts Don't Lie - Deacon The Villain, Natti

If you know me very well

You know I don’t believe in fairy tales

Ghost Don’t Lie

Ain’t gon' tell you twice

Mississippi goddam!

Mississippi goddam!

Goddam mississippi!

Still wavin' that flag!

Still wavin' that flag that flag mississippi!

Mississippi goddam!

Mississippi goddam!

Goddam mississippi!

Still wavin' that flag!

You better take it down quickly!

Before niggas make history!

That’s field niggas house niggas all on sick leave

A bunch of black Bill Bixbys

In the David Banner roll

Incredible

Alert medical

Some times the truth hurts like whips

Or being chained together under ships

Sleeping in shit

Tell me how hood must we get

Remember who started this shit

Red, white and blue

What can we do just to heal?

How can the truth be revealed?

We sick from disorder

Our social establishments ill

Congress put that in a bill

Mis-education

So full of shit information

Ignorance and inflammation

Living with cancer

If you don’t hear but one stanza

Don’t go to the grave with the answers

In God we trust

Ghost Don’t Lie

Ain’t gon' tell you twice

The game ain’t no fair

You bess not go there

The shit don’t stop

Unless you got gold hair

For you there’s no share

The shit’s on lock

They living without rules

Can’t do it without you

Ya folk gon' die

Just give it some time

I know you out of your mind

But ghosts don’t lie

Are they spooked by the spook who sat by the door

With a 44 and a couple duffles of C4

Civil War labeled «a scuffle for free chores»

Free uppity niggas wanting to read more

Keep 'em happy with less danglin' from sycamore

Still hanging outwards in front of the liquor store

Cops smokin' blacks like a product of Philip Morris

If we ain’t got a weapon they’ll gladly conceal it for us

Equality’s a lottery numbers ain’t really for us

Wish I had a mask and gloves to steal it for us

Before they spot our caps and gladly peel them for us

Storm troopers on dash cams using the force

Of course talk about it on Good Morning America

Debate about our death

Good mourning, America

No wonder race relations are so torn in America

Feeling lacerations

Skin torn in America

If you know me very well

You know I don’t believe in fairy tales

Ghost Don’t Lie

Ain’t gon' tell you twice