His 1st & 2nd verse "social commentary on keeping my head right" was ill. I love the way Ghost delivered all his lines on this song, he gives a straight lesson in how to ride a beat. I think this song was his most polished performance on the whole of Ironman.

Ghost is a tru poet, a bet theres not another abstract poet in the world that can tell stories like this.


Yo, yo these streets got me backed down how can I escape?
 How can I survive without bubblin weight?
 It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off
 that white rock, and then give birth to a knot
 Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam
 You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens
 But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill
 Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills
 Being watched all day like enemy's prey
 Faces, you never seen before is in your hallway
 Brothers you knew for years is mad pussy and scared
 Back in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in here
 It's time to motor, travel like a foul order
 Clear my head, stay sober, the soul controller

 Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo large
 Taj Mahal just got banged, shanked for eighty dollars
 It's hard to keep up, with these key-ons, that smoke dust
 In the U.S. Mint they want to rock the place and call the rush
 All these shameless niggaz armed with cherry-red Bally's
 On the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is gettin married
 Killed for power beans, your brother own schools in Medina
 Vaseline lips is cracked cause they all had dreams
 They overdue, these Gods own a mosque in Peru
 Tropical trees and weaves where they grew bamboo
 Olympic minds quick flash like a leak on
 A hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on
 Royal blue lies inside the eyes of heaven
 Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (seven)
 Clear my head and stay sober, the soul controller...
 (Stay sober, the soul controller)

 Yo, yo we sit and play the wall like nine super heroes
 Late for the man choose and hit socks and stereos
 The kid's nice, warnin you twice, run your garmets
 Jet to Providence, switch up and back down your Parliament
 Ironman is laced with a plate inside the dome piece
 Go off in airports, biographies, prophecies
 Watch me set it, real key-ons hold down the desert
 And walk with a famous name like Supreme Magnetic
 Carbon copy, I love my car, it's near choppy
 Melachi off the funky pain with the wax poppy on instrumentals
 Niggaz get lost like S.S. Minnows
 Turned out like rentals, keep gold around the denim