Drag my name through the mud.
Make fun of me cause of my belief in God.
Discriminate and profile me; make excuses saying don’t blame you it’s just your job.
Just because I wear a hoodie doesn’t mean I’m going to rob!
It’s alright though I’m used to it!

Mock my culture, mispronounce my name; keep me silent, keep me chained!
Hate me for my political views, get angered over facts and call for me to be hanged!
Overgeneralize my identity like I’m the one to blame.
Call me cynical because I believe society is a rigged game!
It’s alright though I’m used to it!

Call me *****, call me ***, make fun of my long hair; call me a **** for having braids!
Call me savage, call me ******, belittle me to make yourself feel bigger.
It’s alright though, I’m used to it?

That’s the real question, should I?
Should I be alright with it?
Should I simply get over it?
Should I just man up and continue to push it down?
I am not your entertainment, I am not your clown.
I am a human that just so happens to be brown.
I will idle no more!

She got the where with all,
Which is good cause,
I’m in withdrawal.

The laws of attraction,
Can cause some tension,
When she is in love with me,
But I’m in love with intoxication.

Don’t know how it happened?
Mind over matter,
Until I’m met with Jacob’s ladder,
As the room spun, and my eyes blackened.

A darkness unlike any depression,
A bleakness likened to my inner weakness.
That reminds me,
Of a boy trapped inside a man’s body.
A boy who never grew up,
Like those in neverland.
A boy who wanted desperately to fly away,
Like Peter Pan.

These repressed memories,
That are usually drowned,
By the sounds of toxic dependence.
Are now rushing into the door,
Of my heart.
That I try my best to keep shut.
From the monsters that like to tear off.
Pieces of me, like I’m some injured animal.
That hardened me to the world,
That to me was a cannibal.
That eats innocents like me alive.
With no answers as to why?

So, than why should I remain sober?
Instead of continuing to be numb?
Aren’t we all pretenders?
Under the thumbs,
Of sweet surrender?

A surrender from our true selves.
Everyone is an actor,
In show and tell.
Wanting to be in the centre,
Of the spotlight.
Instead of the lingering,
In the shadows of hell.

Which got me wondering?
What demon your hiding from?
And what concoction you use,
To keep it at bay?

Verse 1:
Somebody call the coroner, I done murdered this ***** and governor.
Three some gone wrong, better take a shot and have another beer!
Talk about groping and coping mixed with some codeine; I’m paranoid and full of fear.
Should’ve seen it coming, was bullied and teased by the world who only ever saw me as being weird.
So I **** to fill the void, cause it used to hit me like morphine; but now that intoxication has ******* disappeared.
**** got me annoyed! Got me scratching at the floor boards; like the devil’s here!
Fifty shades of grey, go get the toys, what’s that squeaking sound? Dear governor?
(Halloween tense noise)
Aww.. why’d ya have to go in there?

Hook:
Like a ghoul in the shadows, like a fiend on the loose, there’s a monster outside, better go get the noose!
I’m a ghoul on mission, so best hide your momma and her scrumptious caboose!

Verse 2:
Got a taste of the dark side, blood in my gin.
Soul decomposing, but I’ll still put it in.
I’m fiend in the night, I’m giving in to my sin,
Hush now already, it’s all right to give in!
(Crunch of an apple sound and screams)
I’m dying just to taste it, my appetite is wicked, eating souls to survive, ain’t got nothing to conflict with!
Some dimwits call me sadistic, but pain is where I thrive; so it don’t matter if yawl plead the fifth.
It’s a struggle to survive in a world where homelessness is treated a myth.
I just might be psychotic but the governments the real sith!
Just take a look at them CIA files man, that ***** real sick.
But if ya expose too much, you’ll end up dead real quick!
Guess I’m not only ghoul in the shadows lurking with them silencers that go.. click; click!

Hook:
Like a ghoul in the shadows, like a fiend on the loose, there’s a monster outside, better go get the noose!
I’m a ghoul on mission, so best hide your momma and her scrumptious caboose!

Verse 1:

Walk in with a rebel strut, hearts more darkened than a nurtured mutt.
Glass shattering like Steve Austin, don’t what me man; unless ya want a swift kick to the gut.
What can I say I’m a stone cold punk;
Not some flower smelling hippy monk.
Even though I can’t lie, when I was young and dumb I used to take a hit of the skunk.
Thinking I was a gangster or a don, heavy head wears the crown, till ya up and gunned.
Or Hanged by your own golden chains, fame is a messy blood bed, where many succumb.
Poisoned by the very crown they longed for; till they forget where the **** they came from!
Where everyone fights to the death for some ******* crumbs!
Perhaps we truly are slaves? Perhaps we truly are nothing more than bottom feeding ****?
****.

Hook:
****, Best turn up the volume, let the world replay.
Can’t silence the truth *****! No, nuh uh, not today!
Even if they try to blacklist my name, just like magic I dunk through the static and reinvigorate the game.
So, even if critics chirp or ya get your feelings hurt, I’ll be sitting back with my millions not feeling a thang!
What can I say? I keep **** simple and plain!

Verse 2:
Got to watch where ya sneeze,
Might just alert some companies,
To ones whereabouts;
Next thing ya know ya get your documents seized.
It’s not even Sunday service yet but here ya are down on your knees.
Down on your luck, down for the three.
Gotta watch how ya speak, might just trigger the beast.
Shadows never cease, yet unable to be paid with one’s pleas.
I guess it’s true that demons aren’t concerned in the least.
Iron echoes in rounds,
Hearts pound, boots thud with resounding sound.
A rhythm which attracts the hounds.
Like a woke **** when ya mispronounce their pronouns.

Hook:
****, Best turn up the volume, let the world replay.
Can’t silence the truth *****! No, nuh uh, not today!
Even if they try to blacklist my name, just like magic I dunk through the static and reinvigorate the game.
So, even if critics chirp or ya get your feelings hurt, I’ll be sitting back with my millions not feeling a thang!
What can I say? I keep **** simple and plain!

(Verse 1)

Once upon a time, living in streets full of crime.
Got economy turning Oppenheim, poisoning the community with hopes filled with turpentine.
Got many coping to make a dime instead of snorting some lines.
***** so taxing it be giving me some wrinkled lines.

Watch as others front with them gold chains danglin’, ignorant to fact that most of populace be dangling.
Some by the rope, some by the ledge, at each throats, even got some finagling for they bread!
Perhaps that’s why everyone today be so crusty, wishing they were dead.
Everyone starts out a dreamer till reality shoots em dead.
To the facts that society never really cared.
****.
They say shared pain links stories;
I say scars harden tissue, everyone wants the glory, till the fame up and guts you!
So, best learn to stay humble and go find yourself a loyal crew.
Cause when absolute power corrupts, there ain’t **** you can do!

(Chorus)
I’m the goon with many tales, got style so divine,
Silk shirt shinin’ as I sip upon that wine.
Walk with a bop, see them haters fall in line,
Legends never rest, the crown will soon be mine.

(Verse 2)

Homelessness on the curb, as many stroll with ease,
In them Tailor-made suits; ya you bet they got that lapel crease.
They say karma is a ***** that plays *****;
So better watch your ******* knees.
Praying for forgiveness, but not even God’s going to hear ya pleas!
Got to help your fellow man to cure the disease.
There’s a reason for law and order man;
Like can you imagine if we just did what we pleased?

Every life eventually stops, but the clock stays ticking without prevail.
Reflecting on them schemes pulled off; to the nights spent in jail.
Best believe I never snitched, ***** I rather burn in hell!
Gotta kept that honor tight, otherwise the vultures start to swell.
While the weak cower & fold, I stand up with confidence knowing I will prevail!
I’m the goon with class, movin’ at my own pace.

(Chorus)
I’m the goon with many tales, got style so divine,
Silk shirt shinin’ as I sip that wine.
Walk with a bop, seem them haters fall in line,
Legends never rest, the crown will soon be mine.

(Bridge)
Now the lessons I’ve learned, they don’t come cheap,
From the flashy nights to the secrets I keep.
Respect over fear, but I’ll lay it down swift,
Eyes sharp as blades, and my word’s my gift.

(Outro)
So remember the swag, the story, the game,
The goon who one day will stroll down the hall of fame.
Be careful not to brag, stay humble, stay sane;
Reach for the moon, don’t let no one or nothing keep ya tamed!

Got a mind like a fortress, thoughts garrisoned within.

Philosopher's stone flow, chosen one turning frowns to grins.

Masked like zorro, but I ain’t playing pretend.

Do you see the faux pas dear dora? Or is this too hard to comprehend?

The only gadget I use is my mic and my pen, so don’t test me;

I'm batshit with the counterstrike built right in.

So, Better stop to smell the flora, before ya taste lead.

Gotta have that intuition masked with an Aphrodite ready to burst like an unloaded grenade pin.

That’s what happens when ya suppress sin.

And they say that ya couldn’t weaponize one’s kids!

****.

Corporate reject leaving pirated feedback of a mumbling degenerate.
Like a Ryan Seacrest to one’s Johnny English, gotta always double-check your prejudice.
The economy is in a deficit that ***** us over more than Jimmy’s speech impediment.
Hard not to be a pessimist when ya get cucked over by the government.
Inflate the autonomy till it impeaches God's Ten Commandments.
Freedom of speech, till the speech comes from a place of malicious intent.
Haunted spirits, left unchecked, hijack the morals of even our best mates.
After all, there is a thin line between love and hate.
Don’t forget, you gotta always respect the deck and protect your neck!

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Don’t underestimate the ants unless ya want to end up like Kite.
Reap what you cultivate, just ask France about their revolution plight.
Everyone wants a slice of cake, however there ain’t enough rafts in sight.
That turns desperation into chicken fights.
Commercialized violence, enjoyed by those that worship the anti-Christ.
But get away with it cause everyone has a price.
Just ask the million dollar man, or hell ask his son who committed a million dollar scam.
Oh, ****, folly sure weighs heavily, unless ya rich enough; in that case you just get a slap on the hand.
Golly G, certainly, stress breeds grey hairs almost on demand.
So, instead of going all Claude van dam one better;
calm down with some collard greens, after all there’s better ways to cope my man!
Just remember kid to always respect the deck and protect ya neck for…

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.