Ghost In The Wires (Sparxx Version)
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Thug changes, the love it changes, the money changes, the game it changes, we still play
We the same lil' strangers, stayin' dangerous, if I'll pray to the same lil' dangers, just like a lame, it's like y'all came from the same lil' man
I came up with a mug, got a memo where the light never hits and the blood runs steadily
Church folks fakin' with they arms all heavenly, still got meth in the glove box felony
Boys baptized in a creek full of spirits, but the preacher got a mistress
God ain't near it, ain't fearin' death, just fearin' mere reflections
Cause every confession's a mask and a sentence
Red clay roads and a map of regrets, got a bible in my dash with a blade
In my vest, we was raised in a mess, now we playin' like chess
Every move got a price, every lie need a blessing
All eyes on the ghost and the wise, fake lights, fake lives, fake empires
Clickbait crown with a plastic throne, built from bots and a copy-paste home
They all praise truth till it bites their tongue, then they crawl back to the script where the lies feel young
Got a tic-tac cross and a reel for the gun, holy ghost in a filter, tryna flex what they done
Same liquor in the vein, same demons in the choir, everybody clean online, but they preach through the wire
You can photoshop faith, but your soul stay the same, you corrupt from the mud, but you still know the name
Say grace, then cheat, same plate, same feast, fake peace, while the devil play drum on the beat
I ain't judging, just observing from the fringe, watching saints on a binge, then repenting with a grin
All eyes on the ghost and the wise, fake lights, fake lives, fake empires
Clickbait crown with a plastic throne, built from bots and a copy-paste home
I see ghosts in the eyes of the wannabes, mask on screen, but they cry when the thunder speaks
They don't pray, they perform post-pain, in a poem, preach grief like a show
Then they ghost when it's home, this ain't beef, it's a burden that I carry in the south
Where the angels got scars and the sinners got clout
Where the faithful get mocked and the false get a stage
And the pastors post pics while the lambs get caged
It's the same little dangers, they just dressing them fresh
Call it trauma in form, while they profit from death
I ain't scared of the dark, I was born in the black
If I ever see the light, I might never look back
All eyes on the ghost
We ain't no angels, we ain't no demons, something in between them
We keep ourselves inside prison and keep on claiming this freedom
Why can't we just learn these lessons? It's so much pain to repeat them
Some folks, we'd rather entertain than defeat them
Say hey when I greet them
What up with your darkness, my old pal
These humans just so foul, they made me shut down my hope valve
Insult me, they wouldn't throw me no towel
Then they threw me a cold towel
Had Vanna White just last night, she wouldn't give me no vowels
The world changes, the love, it changes
The mud, it changes, the game, it changes
But still play with the same little strangers
Stay in dangerous, they fall prey to the same little dangers
Just like a lame, it's like y'all came from the same lamaze