[Cig:] So this is it... I had to take it there, it's come to this point

DJ On Point: Do remember this is the Forgotten Borough, the mixtape, volume 3

[Cig:] They keep on pushin' me, and honestly, I really don't give a fuck

anymore man

[DJ On Point:] We doin' this 1 for Staten Island right here

[Cig:] Everything gets worse and worse everyday, I don't ever see it ever

changin man...Cig, this is me, Ghostown

[DJ On Point:] Ghostown, lets go...



[Cig:]

I could never picture myself rockin' no button ups

I paid my dues, been with dudes who've always stayed buttoned up

Wit losers on corners, cookin' somethin up

Dropouts a reasonable doubt, they families lookin' nothin' up

Cause it'll never look up, I try and remain righteous

We cry the same tears, and when I do I write this

I ain't just rhymin' words, herbs tryin' to fight this

But no, I don't give a fuck if you haters don't like Chris

Knowin' you might diss, but I'm driven by the hate

When I'm down and out, it keeps me goin', I'm risen by the fate

In other words, it occurs, that these words I'd state

State the truth in the booth that my fans appreciate

Pacin' in my room, wishin' that I'd die

Facin my fathers tomb till we meet on the other side

Know that I ain't wrong, or just good at lies

Just know this ain't so long, just short term goodbyes



[Chorus x2:]

You could give me death before dishonor

When it rains, it pours, so why would I bother?

Things won't change, so why try harder?

But I keep holdin' on to a better tomorrow



[Cig:]

I don't rock designer clothes or worry about shape ups

Everyday death gets close, don't worry about if I'll wake up

Nothin' to fall back on, it's just in my make up

To move forward when most of y'all would just shake up

Wake up, it's the same shit over and over again

Would've blown my brains out if I didn't have this pen

Nobody understands me except for a few friends

And day by day it seems like there's very few of them

But I don't rap for you, but know I do rap for you

The few who have to go through what we have to go through

Each and every day, say you don't even got a clue

Step in my shoe for a few and tell me exactly what you would do

Lost, exactly, with me its more then just fine

Find myself alone again, hear me out, just 1 line

And through rhymes, if I just reach 1 mind, it's fine

Cause people like us take things 1 day at a time



[Chorus]



[Cig:]

You gotta feel me on this man. I put so much effort into this music.

I'm tired of eatin' bread sandwiches and puttin' Cheerios and Cinnamon Toast

Crunch together just cause I ain't got no money to hit up the studio. Man, this

rap shit gotta work out, feel me?



[Cig:]

They tell me look in the mirror and state what's wrong

I don't know, but I just hope it don't last that long

I try and hold on, but homie I just ain't that strong

And sometimes I can't find the words for these dam songs

Chris, just smile, but there's no reason to fool

Cause I hate girls, my job, my life, and my school

I ain't in this for money, honey's, or tryin' to look cool

Every night I cry damn it, I could fill up a pool

Chances to make it are slim, expect it to happen

But I ain't good at nuthin' else except for rappin'

My music's therapeutic in the way that I use it

Choose it to express myself, otherwise I would lose it



[Chorus]