The Ghosts of Gilgo Beach ft. Javi Darko Lyrics

Devilish rebel bred in suburban ghettos

Learn to wrestle all my demons who leading me like Jepeto

Reachin' levels of a mental state separating body from soul

The pen levitates my mind is controlling whatever written down

Been around steel hollows and pill bottles

Ill models playing with death yet it still follow

For real tho multiple ghost roaming the Gilgo

A Pregnant woman shot at a bus stop where the kids go

Experience life on they own, feeling grown sneaking from home

Codone crushed in a blunt they older homie rolled

A lonely road of addiction afflicting the young women and children

I came up with growing up into dumb shit

Innocence lost to cause and effect with awful regrets

Big Pharma never marketed this

A pawn of the rich pops gone offered a bid

For possession of heroin and got locked in the bin

Shit

The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's

And horror stories that'll live untold

Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville

Humanity won't understand if it's real For real

The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's

And horror stories that'll live untold

Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville

Humanity won't understand if it's real

Before the only fans we used to purchased pussy off of back page

Rape 'em

I never did it but the niggas that I dap may

Hyper sexual children who deal with feelings licking Percocet

Wicked murderous nurses stealing to earn a check yet

A double edge to dwell in evil for the right reasons

Raising babies teething Similac seeking no pay to feed it

These kids would grow up malnourished and stupid section eight stoops

Black youth trauma what I relate to

Cause Nigga are the pawns (ponds) in the bond of diversion

We like the swan drawn from the spawn of its purpose

Glocks switching to manual

Lean sippin no danimals

MS thirteen known as Nocturnal animals

That chopped teens

Leave you in the dumpster where a infant starves

Shelters give roofs to my elders to weak to keep a job

Beat the odds or not

Doesn't matter we're a casualties of systematic stigma

Where freedom is a data breach

The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's

And horror stories that'll live untold

Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville

Humanity won't understand if it's real For real

The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's

And horror stories that'll live untold

Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville

Humanity won't understand if it's real

Ayo

You ever seen ya father rob the tire's off a niggas whip

Or telling you be quiet when you eyeing women in his crib

Its sickening feenin for needles is finna lead you

Into thievery and stealing from people you really need in the end

Witnessed his sin carry him to early Urn

Addiction is a fire within where everyone finna burn

For loving you saw it from a shawty living across me

Go from playing with Barbies to sniffing blow outta car key

Horror stories on Long Island is all that I see

Our beach's pretty but the shit be littered with dead bodies

Of men women and kids who severed up at they limbs

We trace it back to the cops yet evidence don't convince

All the higher ups and they wonder why the people wired up

They never caught the nigga but the bodies still piling up

Every time I think of it the killer ain't too far from me

They found a chopped arm, by my grandfather's pharmacy

The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's

And horror stories that'll live untold

Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville

Humanity won't understand if it's real For real

The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's

And horror stories that'll live untold

Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville

Humanity won't understand if it's real