Keep Moving

[Verse - Chester P]
Keep it moving, ghost man running through the wasteland
Living on the knifes edge duty
Some place desolate, cold and unruly
Swift winds howl to score the nights movie
Sharp eyed penguins smoke and Chang chasers
Thugged out toffs and drunk at ram places
Policemen dying to try their new tasers
Gods mob banging the doors of crusaders
Jumped up rich folks kids with fat laces
Caps all a size too big and court cases
Light source burning my skin and heads aching
Thieves in pursuit of a dream it's breathtaking
Streets mark sharps on road for their recruitment
Young kids hungry for love and two movements
Die tryna walk this path and stay prudent
Ghost man running through the streets, keep moving