i came way to far 4 me to let up/
been thru so many wars im fuckin fed up/
i been shackled and locked up, dropped in the abyss/
fist clenched left em slumped like a kennedy and shit/
my team is t.k.o., my family is konkrete/
i palm heat cuz it aint safe up on the concrete/
yo my name is Ghost, but you can call me atlas/
insurgance of the game and blow like millitary tactics/
......"how do i feel now that iam free again?"........
back on the streets yeah a nigga gotta eat/
guilty concious when i lie, steal, and cheat/
if you could see my life you could imagine/
what all the pain be like its full a madness/
catastraufic,... tough times is tragic/
ball till i fall, get up im back at it/
crawl b4 i walk just to get a establishment/
i wanna fly away to a whole other planet/
....FLY AWAY FROM HEAR>......
"why you ask?...
i see illuminati got the rap game jacked/
when zombies spit just listen shit is wack/
immortal technique and soldiers what we need/
cuz hip-hop aint dead its just comercailized see/
but i guess thats why iam still here/
im not locked up, you can feel it clear/
t.k.o. the essence of real hip-hop/
my words get more church than reverend bishop/
.....PREACH....