I been payin’ like the past got a toll gate, Every wrong turn taxin’ what my soul make. Tryna move clean but the stains still chase, Like every win come laced with a debt I can’t erase. I'm at that point where apologies come late and feel scripted, Where they love the image but never cared who lived it. Too many dap-ups from hands that once ghosted, Now they back ‘cause the name got quoted. I don’t speak much unless I know it’s sharp, Every line like a scalpel when I open my heart. I’ve been crossed by the ones I tried to protect, So I learned how to smile while I study respect. They think I’m distant, nah I’m just exact, Move like a shadow, speak through impact. People switch sides like they sponsored by doubt, Say they real, but they only real when the camera’s out. I don’t do middle ground, I don’t ride waves, I build islands from pain and let the silence stay. This ain’t for charts, this is therapy form, Where the ink bleed pain I been tryna transform. I’ve been numb since loss wore a wedding dress, Since loyalty meant who lied best. Got one sending vids, visual sensations Wonder if the other knows I'm fighting temptations Yeah, I got soft with her not ‘cause she earned the crown, But 'cause even killers need a place to put they weapons down. She don’t know I went four rounds with one just before, Still gripped me tight and begged for an encore. That’s not love, that’s the art of restraint, Play sweet roles just to balance the taint. They don’t know what it cost to detach this clean, To smile like a saint with a touch so mean. I’ve been too calm for the heat I been holdin’, Seen doors close that I kicked back open. They throw shade but they quote what I write, Discredit the music but can’t match the fight. I’ve been prayin’ with guilt sittin’ under my tongue, Talkin’ to God like, “Show me who I’m runnin’ from.” There’s love in my reach, but I question the frame, 'Cause most only love you when you winning the game Tired of feelin’ like the fallback plan, Tired of buildin’ while they fail to understand Now it’s me and the verse, writing gold with these hands If you listen close enough, you’ll understand the man. No hook, no gimmicks, no need to pretend, Just bars from the soul that ain’t lookin’ to blend. I ain’t tryna impress, I’m just tryna stay whole, So I write these truths till I balance out the toll. Yea.... Ghost Ryder...
