Ghost of a Eunuch Ghais Guevara

[Verse 1]
Bloody knuckles
Got her bitin her lip
You can feel the trouble
When she tighten her grip
And the grip around her throat
Invitin her in
Not a shoota but
I know he like to pretend
It’s a movie if i choose
To run in his crib
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
20 to life cause you
Fucked with his rep
Had a shitload to say
Now you losin ya breath
Bang in the streets
So you bang nonetheless
If a nigga want beef you
Gon bang on ya chest
“bang!”, what you heard
Now a hole in ya chest
And a cloth on ya face
To avoid the contest
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
Pop was a stone
Ain’t no hurtin his pride
You would witnеss his punches
But never his criеs
Braided ya hair
And he ain’t even smile
He said masculinity is
Sacred to i
Wait till he see all the
Makeup and dye
And the tension gon rise
Till you wished that he died
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
Ghost of a eunuch
An excursion to deification
Push the scale just to feel
Like a unit
Cause the tears never bring
No appraisal
You enfeebled the gratification
Now the concept of force
Is essential
It’s a loss of identification
Cause machismo is
All in the mental