E-Dubble - Ghost of Chris Wallace lyrics

The seven footer on Boston Street
And I'm feeling awesomely
Tough to gauge and someone who
You probably wouldn't often meet
Not to toot my own horn
I'd probably toot it awkwardly
But marching to a drummer who is
Different is why I'm on beat
Living like a quest
Love trying to make the best of
My situation never let my inspiration rest up
Catching 'z's is luxury and right
Now I am ug-a-ly no beauty sleep
And I ain't ever heard of fucking Robin Leach
Probably because I'm dodging the shiny
Things that can bother me
I'm trying to keep some hope alive
No one should be in poverty
Honestly I'm only tackling problems that's
In front of me
Please don't front on me because
I'm rolling down another street
Trying to get this lane paved i
Can make my own way no bandana on my face
But you know I'm Black Pais'
All day in real time never miss a meal time
Sicker than I should be
But some how I feel fine
I know you hear the music, but please
Feel mine
Sensory overload the music gets me real high
I won't stop until the trash truck comes
And the whack get gone and the masks come off
No costumes avoid the postuum
Cause this Wallace is alive and kicking
And trying to rock truth

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And keep going never stop it when I'm rapping
I don't have it written but you
Know that this is happening