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th3 ghost - nostalgia lyrics

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grew up in a small town

we move the ball around

to take away the odd frown

stone goal posts measured by a few feet

chico milo stains on our milk teeth

add sugar and some biscuits

and that’s a rich tea

we chased lizards rolling bicycle tyres

till the kid grows tired

or until our parents spoke

oops oops something’s broke

it usually was a bone

or a relative

i remember screaming ‘clever me!’

i got the fruit as it was falling from a guava tree

nearly ended with a severed knee

as my kite flies

i see the lights in the night sky

and it’s a beautiful sight

i see birds and in uniform flight

i shoot it down

watch it crash beak first

to the asphalt

if i miss blame it on the catapult

busted old thing had a fault

and missing was my -ss fault

mcmillian reader on the table

next to the lantern

oh how the ends of time turn

nostalgia

photo alb-ms make my eyes burn

e’rybody know a nigha who gon 7:30

for the 4:20

but n-body stopped smoking

some even went in sane

i advised against heroine

but he took it in vain

who can explain

cos i thought that black don’t crack

you don’t need tablets

to write the rap commandments

you not moses on a pilgrimage

the pills got you grim and vague

feeling aged and enraged

even changed

a few of my friends went and got married

i remember when we used to carry ladies

now i’m praying he and wifey carry babies

as i carry on with the ladies

sh-t is crazy

speaking from the heart

every time i open my mouth

seeing the clouds

every time i open my eyes

i float in the skies

i sync with the universe

every time i’m giving a verse

mcmillian reader on the table

next to the lantern

oh how the ends of time turn

nostalgia

photo alb-ms make my eyes burn

plant your seeds for a guap

time reveals the corrupt

the hour gl-ss

becomes a sour gl-ss

no harvest for the flops

thanksgiving for the cream of the crop

young g…get up from under thee

rise to the top

so u can beat a bad b-tch

with a branch of your money tree

and tears of joy is all you see

god used the short sight

of the pharisees

so they can maim a jew

and sacrifice his life for me

so i can christ in me

and i in him

but before i save rap

i’ll try to save my people

message to our dead brothers

who were picking cotton

ships no longer carry slaves from your continent

all they carry now is money and crude oil

they buried the truth

but we have good soil

and now it springs a bitter fruit

so i’ll teach the youth when i’m in the booth

mcmillian reader on the table

next to the lantern

oh how the ends of time turn

nostalgia

photo alb-ms make my eyes burn

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