[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