Cloudy

[Verse]
Feel like I'm finished, diminished, defeated, worthless, alcohol urges
What's worse is I had no purpose
'Till I got level headed, the devil jetted
I'm by myself, I'm way esoteric
Feature guest on beneath the surface
Came to the studio then left before GZA heard it
He didn't even know I had about two or three verses
About the pilgrimage thеn the prayer
I wish would have said 'еm
[?] it wasn't my beat, oh well maybe the verses'll come back to me one day, time will tell
Shout out to Masta Killa, that's my ninja
His grandmothers stoop we both rapped for GZA
We both telepathic but he painted graphic pictures
We both wrote two cassette tapes, he told me how to rhyme, coined Heavy Mental
I told him I had a album called No Set Date, ideas man
So after a while I changed my name to Ghostface
Back then Shabazz name was Raekwon, Ghost name was Priest
I remember RZA's Inspectah Deck and the Rebel INS only made beats, yeah I remember that
The engineer name was Cappadonna, how could I remember that and I wasn't even born
I came in the gang later on as XXXextencion
But how is that even possible if I'm gone
Haha, I'm still here, I'm just in greater form
What if I told you I had a pen and pad in my hand
Was a instrument, and I just played jazz I'm in a band
The life of the party, cigarette, excellent social skills, top hat and a coat, I'm just a regular man
What if I told you I sliced myself in the throat and left myself dead in the sand
And that I'm not from America but I'm from Sudan
And I'm not suicidal cause I used the bible, hola
I see the world through a moth lens, flower buds, soft stems, all filmed
It pause in the wind, and then they pause a walk with a friend
Acorns, where the weather stay warm, day storms
Peaceful nights, beetle lights, lightning bugs or genotypes
Silver moon, gleaming bright, lullabies, butterfly
The ring of life, mushrooms, medicinal plants, cut and prune, pluck and groom
The natural [?] is like a brush of perfume
Pollination is part of the process of populations
The [?] nations
Ungodly cases
Sun Ra the sacred
I'm boutta replay on Space is the Place
Unbox your favourite, kids playing and watch fox chases
The tribes of indians bend over by mycelium
Before the rise of milleniums, aboriginals and Abyssinian
Big slabs it was written in
My thoughts divine, I go to the pen whenever I cross the line, I do the time
I'm locked in, behind bars I'll give you a [?]
They say my brain sells, the walls are like some sort of a jail
I'm trying to complete my sentence, trials of being a black male
The courtroom is guilty