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  1. Footprints

From the recording Lingua Franca

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[Verse 1]

Supreme writer, my pen’s like a fiend’s lighter
The dope inside of my quotes is ignited when I recite it
Ain’t enough grams in your amateur rhyme patterns
Triple beam dreams, I’m here to restore balance
The Game’s saturated with suckers who think they have it
In league with too many squares, the circles are sycophantic
You’re under the illusion they’re the peeps you should rock with
‘til you see their loyalty’s only as deep as your pockets
Damn, I see them squander the potential that their life had
Who would have thought that your morals have a price tag?
Cash opens jaws that desire purses
Self-righteous side chicks posting bible verses
Let them play their games, I’m looking for something more
Coz I always believed in Illmatic track number four
But what’s our reason for dreaming, pursuing the sublime
If we keep feeding our demons to prove that we’ve done fine?

[Chorus]
Footprints of phantoms
We don’t understand them
Spend our whole lives chasing ghosts
Will you ever come close?
Footprints of phantoms
We don’t understand them
Spend our whole lives chasing ghosts
Will you ever come close?

[Verse 2]

All I see is alcoholics on half of my family tree
To be slave to my desires is not who I plan to be
To beat true warriors and break through barriers
Just to fumble on the world stage like Karius
To feel the self-loathing of letting down your team
Seeing your life’s dream get reduced to a meme
Am I cursed by genetics to make the same mistakes?
Or did God give me will so I could change my fate?
Where I’m from life expectancy is ‘bout 56
I’m halfway there so of course I’m shitting bricks
Three homies lost in accidents, one died of AIDS
All for the love of the loads or getting laid
We could have had it all if our gospel was to gain
And celebrate the win with a nostril full of caine
Overdose and leave a beautiful corpse in our villas
The same things that thrill us, kill us

[Chorus]