DO YOU BELIEVE - Ghost

Real live black… ghosts

Feel me?

Some say I’m crazy, these punk-ass cops can’t fade me

Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies

Papa was a motherf**kin, joke

Used to find dope in his coat

And nearly choked when he’d tell me not to smoke

Daaamn, don’t get me started

My mama smoked so God damn much

when she was pregnant I’m surprised I ain’t retarded

At night I can’t sleep, can’t peep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wake up in the mornin

See the blood in the hall from the murder scene

Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye

On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack

And the undercovers j