Chasing Ghosts

By Hus KingPin

On Portishus

Released on January 21, 2021

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[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin]

Listen, some brothers be unfettered

Maybe best of yesterdays be John Lennons

Rather bang at Dakota than know you're non-legendary

Hate everyday peoples beneath you, fuck John Legend

Vampire shit, with "damn, why I'm livin'?" and dawn dreadin'

I'ma try to take all the light and that's from the get go

Gotta, gotta make sure I'm right, yeah, before I let go

Stories change a lot as you tellin' em, blurrеd in retro

Glory days, ya droppin' the L's and that's word to Necro

History rеvisionists, see don't be in a stupor, kid

And miss me with the silly "wish D.O.C. took a Uber" shit

Talkin' all wild like "No doubt, bruh, Hammer was too legit"

Often no style in nostalgia havin' no truth in it

Those were the days, we gettin' all Archie Bunker

Like he known for the greats of the nets but mention how he dunked it

Then he sulk, shit, and reminiscin' he get it twistin' to givin' up

Ya now, river of denial, ya drunk it

Listen, if inspired by memories that been worthy

Even with a bit of bias, forever seein' Len's jersey

See I ain't opposed to those before but make the most

And don't be all for chasin' ghosts

No detouring of the next journey


[Verse 2: Hus Kingpin]

They say don't chase ghosts, lost a childhood's eyes

And what's dead can't grow vines

Skeletons in the sky, the shadows follow me home

We could change the world if you knew how to love me

But ghosts come with no spine until that time

And I fly in like hymen

I took the red eye in over dead skies

Psyched out on a flight with Miss Joplin

I swig a bottle of souls

You drink spirits? I hope I don't offend

I gotta keep it down when people around

They think I'm talkin' to myself

Poems on the phone with Karen Carpenter

I smoke alone and feel my chakra flush

The unsolved noveler

I thought I was alone 'til I felt my goggles foggin' up

The heebie jeebies start

I heard the dead get offended by survivors' luck

Conversation via tux, speakers in the phone, stuffed in the casket

Readin' chapters redrum, writin' red suns

Realizin' I'm more alive under horizons

I still see that ghost play the violins blinded

No skin, no backbones, play the saxophone

Ringin' lost bells for Leila ?