#Denali #Ghoststory #6464 I used to live a life of luxury, started to use than abuse the cocaine constantly. Now needed like a morning a coffee. Two grams to get my day started properly. Went from 9 to 5 pay to stacking bricks of Peruvian yay on someone else's property. Went from bbq's and sunny days to fully automatic AKs, the 2nd wave of the black plague, on que Thuggery. I'm still a nice guy, I'll politely smile, wave and say "Hi" but when I ride I'm not afraid to die so don't fuck with me. No hesitation, no fear of incarceration, one day at a time with a shortened life expectancy. Unless I remove you from the equation, catch you at your home address, dressed like I work for UPS, no witness left just another on time delivery. I am the judge, jury and executioner shit I'm the fucking treasury, nothing less expected of me but truthfully their isn't much left for me, bodies left motionless families torn apart by misery. Emotionless I carry the weight of this life I forsake I'm Godless and full of hate, at most he'll meet you at the gate, he wants no part of this but I'm sure he feels sorry, god rest and god bless you should of worn a vest, two to the chest your life becomes a ghost story.