This is a song called Chasing Ghosts
To all the kicks I dig, I now raise the toast
Not raisin toast, but the butter is there
I’ve got food for my sole when the cupboard is bare
See, with shoes man…I’ve got a scary closeness
And this here pair I call my Terry Grosses
Fresh Air on the tip of the tongue with a white swoosh
Chance, anything slicker than these, it’s minute
Strap loose on the left like a ram’s horns
When I’m stepping on your beaches it’s a San storm
Right strap crossed over in a b-boy stance
Calling for the velcro with each poised hand
But, nah-I just let them sit the way that they are
But without the will to walk, I’m not making it far
I once rocked Asics, left the rest to Ryu
Tiger uppercut, sucker duck when I glide through
Houston, I’ve got a problem called shoes
You’ve been aware of what I’m going to do
Get another pair, then I get another pair
Then I get another pair right there, oh yeah
I’m going crazy, I’m a gym shoe freak, plus
I haven’t bought a pair, and it’s been two weeks, look
I’m going crazy, I’m a gym shoe freak
I haven’t bought a pair, it’s been two weeks
See, my moves are mostly via bike or the sidewalk
Something to let my mind just roam with a rime thought
The feeling of fresh, none other compare
Even got your mother with a stutter and stare
When I was a kid, we only had a car for two years
Blue Ford Falcon with the sweet ass hubcaps
Helping dad wash it on the weekend, I loved that
I got his beard but I didn’t get his mustache
Beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose
Shoeboxes in my closet start to climb in droves
I mean, I’ve got the leaning tower of Pisa with cardboard
Jenga boxing, you’d better call it an art form
I know it’s silly but I just can’t stop, plus
I’m happy whether you like them or not, because
It brings me joy to find a pair I forgot about
New shoe smell, I brought them out
My wife found a pair she loved, I bought them out
Call it my extravagance, budgeted and thought up how
I’ve got a job and it isn’t like I’m not allowed
To spend as I see fit, this is America
You’re rocking rims, I’m making shoebox forts
While the ghost of Biggie’s eating Tupac’s s’mores
This isn’t a contest of who’s got more, you getting this?
Jake at Studio 13 is the medalist
Then again, it isn’t a competition, it’s a celebration
Raising a toast to dope kicks around the nation
Honestly, I bought a shirt because it matched a pair
My crayon specials now mesh with extra flair
Yes and there’s the yin and the yang, am I a metro?
I can’t criticize others so I let go
It isn’t easy cause I’m programmed to break it down
I’m older and care less, I’m not braver now
Bought a pair of Ewings in DC for ninety plus
Idolized the guy, not going to lie, they kind of sucked
Like Kemp’s Kamikazes, my beard’s got stripes
Peace to Mark Jackson and his teardrop drives
I’m leaving shoeprints in the sands of time
Just to glimpse that tread from these shoes of mine
Bottom line, if it makes you happy, then just roll with it
My favorite hoodie is adidas with some holes in it
And I’ll never rock Jordans
Ever.
credits
from Just Might Be,
released March 18, 2013
Agent Orange
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
