[Instrumental SOLO & intro Tags: Clear Female Vocals: soft low ghostly echoes:] MAD HOUSE MUSIC (WEST SIDE) GHOST GANG— [Instrumental solos sets the songs vibe and mood] I don't pray like I used to Don't believe in much these days But something keeps me breathing When I'm lost inside the haze Not sure if it's God or just the will to see tomorrow Maybe both, maybe neither Maybe just the fight to borrow One more day One more day Alarm goes off but I been up for hours Lying in the dark counting all my scars Ceiling got no answers but I ask it anyway Wondering how I made it to another day Coffee bitter black like the mood I'm in Trying to find the place where I end and begin Mirror mirror on the wall Show me the man that lost it all I see a ghost wearing my skin Still fighting, the same old war outside, same damn war within We all pass the man outside the corner store, shaking for some spare His beard’s tangled and his clothes are ragged, no one seems to care He holds out his hands with shame in his eyes, hoping someone sees But all he hears is, “Get a real job, man, quit bothering me” Well, God forbid you had to step into his worn-out shoes Then you might understand the way of those blues Yeah, then you might understand their ways (the way, the way) Yeah, then you might understand their ways (the way, the way) Yeah, then you might understand their ways (the way, the way) Yeah, then you might understand the ways I fell for a girl named jane, said I loved her true Promised her the world, swore I’d always see her through But three months later, she’s gone, won’t return my calls I swears, “If I catch her, I’ll make him regret it all” I'm walking past the clinic, her face whispers through it's windows They may call her a sinner, or disgrace, maybe even more But God forbid you had to walk a mile in her shoes Then you might understand what it feels like to choose, yeah Feels like to choose Yeah, then you might understand the weight (the weight, the weight) Yeah, then you might understand the weight (the weight, the weight) Yeah, then you might understand the weight (the weight, the weight) Yeah, then you might understand the weight [Instrumental solos Intense and Darker sadness] I’ve seen rich men stumble, I’ve seen proud men cry I’ve seen the small-time hustle, the honest man tell lies I’ve felt the good in the bad, the low in the high Tasted the silver spoon, sipped from gold, inhaled the sky I’ve held stacks too heavy, spent nights in smoke-filled bars Learned the road bends in strange ways, depending on who you are I knew a kid named Leo, running streets for fast cash Hanging late with the wrong crowd, living life too brash One night shots rang out, and Leo didn’t make it through Pulled his piece, tried to fight, ended up lying in the dew Now his kids and his love are left to face the pain The streets don’t wait for anyone, it’s the rules of the game God forbid you wake up to hear the tragic news Then you might understand what it feels like to lose Yeah, then you might understand their ways (the way, the way) Yeah, then you might understand the weight (the weight, the weight) Yeah, then you might understand their ways (the way, the way) Yeah, then you might understand that weight I don't pray like I used to Don't believe in much these days But something keeps me breathing When I'm lost inside the haze Not sure if it's God or just the will to see tomorrow Maybe both, maybe neither Maybe just the fight to borrow One more day One more day
