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Ghosts of the Gangs

©2007 Savage Sun | The Art of Being Alive

Listen to the sound of the ghosts of the gangs
Those who gave their souls so we shatter the chains
It's why DJs spin and graf writers hit trains
Never let the meaning get misplaced in the rain

Listen to the sound of the ghosts of the gangs
Those who gave their souls so we shatter the chains
It's why DJs spin and graf writers hit trains
Never let the meaning get misplaced in the rain

One man invasion, impatient and ragin'
One life, one chance for this transformation
I rise from the smoke of this cold dying nation
Heart is my fuel, faith—my transportation

I lost control so many years ago though
Never will you ever witness me let it go
Cuz Ima neva' fold until my blood turns cold
Too much at stake—worked too hard for this hold

Passion and pain yeah they're one in the same
Know never can you separate the blood from the vein
Talent is the miracle that gave me this aim
Though my fervor is the reason that I'm still in the game

Fame is the temptress she'll light your name
Only nerve keep ya from getting burnt by the flame
And it's a shame that this country ended up so deranged
People so obsessed and stressed, it's so strange

I try to make America worth something insane
Alleviate the pain afflictin' those who remain
And those who came before us, too many to name
Gave me a chance ta step from ash and break these damn chains

Listen to the sound of the ghosts of the gangs
Those who gave their souls so we shatter the chains
It's why DJs spin and graf writers hit trains
Never let the meaning get misplaced in the rain

Listen to the sound of the ghosts of the gangs
Those who gave their souls so we shatter the chains
It's why DJs spin and graf writers hit trains
Never let the meaning get misplaced in the rain

So the struggle shaped the music and the music took control
Then the music built the movement, something the kids could call their own
Cuz being raised in the city it's so hard to feel whole
When you live beneath gray skies where storms and heads roll

The poverty, the ghettos, the violence takes its toll
I only speak on it because I've witnessed the results
Like the day it all went down out in the front of my home
Scoopin' the guts back up into that kid I had to hold

My neighbor struck with buckshot to the back of his skull
My mother terrified, traumatized, victims in the road
Though my parents showed compassion didn't leave that kid alone
While the block fell silent—nah you couldn't see a soul

Everybody ran for cover into their residence
Drew their shades out of fear cuz the shit was so intense
The neighborhood is like a ghost town when this drama goes down
In a Nor-Cal inner-city modern day showdown

So this goes out to those hearts that hold
The kinda grief that can't be described nor told
And for the kids that were left behind along the road
Forgotten by a world they will never get to know

Listen to the sound of the ghosts of the gangs
Those who gave their souls so we shatter the chains
It's why DJs spin and graf writers hit trains
Never let the meaning get misplaced in the rain



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