Acey Ace, Ghost the Young Sage - Through the Night Lyrics

This is for my people on the come up, the come up
Stack your paper, count the numbers, numbers
First they hate us then they love us, they love us
Now there's no one up above us, above us
For my people on the come up, come up
Stack your paper, count the numbers, numbers
First they hate us then they love us, they love us
Now there's no one up above us, above us

And I will survive
Through the night
When everything seems dark
You know that I
Will find the light
Through the night
Start a fire from a spark that never dies

The Sage wears rough clothing
And holds the jewel in his heart
Hides his pain beneath a mask
A powder keg about to spark
Penning down each s.o.s
Suddenly seems less than smart
When each cry for help you write
Is witnessed as a work of art
Watch me smiling as I dial in
Sniper scope in on the target
You can pry my free spirit
From my bloody mangled carcass
Before the time that I'm finished
Gonna wish you hadn't started
Rest in peace upon the beat
God bless the dearly departed
Master chiefing on the beat since
You were just a little weakling
At the top and far from peaking
You know not to whom you're speakin'
Do this each day of the week
Every night, plus on all the weekends
This music shit's just like crack
And your boy be steadily tweakin'
No tolerance to bother him
All the styles that he's fatherin'
It's dumb to bet against me
But fuck it, throw all your dollars in
The odds are set against me
But my time has yet to come
When I see that look in their eyes
I know I've already won

This is for my people on the come up, the come up
Stack your paper, count the numbers, numbers
First they hate us then they love us, they love us
Now there's no one up above us, above us
For my people on the come up, come up
Stack your paper, count the numbers, numbers
First they hate us then they love us, they love us
Now there's no one up above us, above us

And I will survive
Through the night
When everything seems dark
You know that I
Will find the light
Through the night
Start a fire from a spark that never dies

If there's any lint in my pocket
I'ma make it shift into profit
I'ma make a hit, get rich off it
I'ma take a hit of this noxious
Swear all you niggas my sons
Like all you bitches adopted
Swear all my niggas get funds
Even if I trip and hit bottom
'Cause this is larger than me
You gotta go hard for your dreams
Gotta go Colossus, take losses
Then show off your scars when you bleed
This is part of the process
This is part of the scene
Gotta dodge that poverty obviously
I can be Peter Parker with ease
No building is too tall for you dawg
So if you fall just float
Get a move on like U-Haul
Tear the roof off then coast
Do the right thing like Spike Lee
Then I might be the G.O.A.T.
However unlikely it might be
All I see is hope

No, no I will never let this go
Fuel the fire then just let it grow
Build a pyre when I'm set to blow
Then retire when it's set in stone

This is for my people on the come up, the come up
Stack your paper, count the numbers, numbers
First they hate us then they love us, they love us
Now there's no one up above us, above us
For my people on the come up, come up
Stack your paper, count the numbers, numbers
First they hate us then they love us, they love us
Now there's no one up above us, above us

And I will survive
Through the night
When everything seems dark
You know that I
Will find the light
Through the night
Start a fire from a spark that never dies