The Ghostly Dawg You see me around, The boy that has never been found, The brother dosn't bother to sound, The easy dawg, always staying inbounds. Keeping his pace, just getting his way around town. The one that you always wonder, the hells behind dat frown. But you don’t see, all you know is the skin is brown. But you keep on think just how dose he get down. You can if consider my name not to be a noun. I’m the fiction that you see standing tall. I’m the tension that you feel in the empty halls. I’m the brother that you thought would never answer that call. I’m the ****** that your play, on the other side of the ball. I’m that mighty beast, that could never fall. I’m that foo, that never speak for yall. I see it every day. Cops trying to put down my lust. Beaten brothers that just lay in the dust, Grown woman, crying cause their son’s in the crust. Whites that grab their purse, cruse and just look in disgust. Looking at me, like a human that gathered rust. As if any one will deal the trust. So who am I? I’m the boy that’s a lie, The one that you look at and just say why. Why? Why don’t you even try. Try? Try to look into our eyes. Eyes? Of those that look at you while you walk by. By, you come to think that I’m just shy. Shy, I’m sure as hell ain’t dat guy. Yal can call me a thief, A piece, A seif, A ****** looking for a place to sleep, A brother that wants to help, but is just to weak, A slice of toned meat, Don’t alp boutique, A boy with nothing this week, Nothing to seek. With the only defense as to jink. You can see me as some fog. Or just a piece, like a leaf, or just another log. Even the frog, on dat log, waiting for his time to cross dat bog. Just another brother, actin fraud. Or just another bro distended to the prison yard. You can call me whatever yall want, yal can deal me any card. Just remember this love, my name is GhostDog. thought i might make one of my own name. i just bounce around in styles alot, im still trying to find my groove... whatcha think... nothings bettter then reading replys ya know?