The Ghost writer

Hey Jamal, look what I found I don't think you should be playing with that Would you kill your mom and dad and sacrifice everything you have Spread my ashes to a pentagram Down to the very last kilogram Could you kill your fam? Slice the throat of a lamb The room shades doors open and slam From the land of the dead I felt my soul being summoned Demons fly across the room so you know what's coming My hand breaks through the floorboard and I'm pissed like a warlord I grabbed him and asked him, would you sacrifice your soul for him He said, I'm sorry sir I don't mean to offend. I wish to be gifted with the pen Let you take my soul within F*ck it, I'll sacrifice my best friend He looked at him to grab the blade He's only 12 when he put his boy in the grave His friend falls as he bags away His name was Jamal. You could see the fear on his face He gets to his knees and he begs and he pleads He said, look bro, I believe in your dreams Wait, wait, wait, wait, no, no I was there in your time of need For this psycho, you gonna murk me for money and greed Eric said, it is what it is Ain't no turning back or no running from it The ghost yelled, stop hesitating to stab him in the stomach Then Eric said, I've know we been boys since day one Would've been quick if I had a gun Shot you in the leg if you tried to run This really hurts me and nothing about this is fun Little Eric stabbed his friend in the chest Looked him in the eyes as he took his last breath He grabs his friend and drops the knife Oh shit, what have I done Ghost took him by the hand and said Ay, yo, we gon' be boys like Now come with me, leave your old life behind Stay by my side and you'll be fine But you disobey your ass is mind And that's the story of Eric and Jamal Two best friends used to hang at the mall Secret handshakes, they did it all Eric was a good kid and never broke a law He wants to give up, having thoughts of suicide Made a deal with the devil, now it's hard to break ties Eric was panicking, rehearsing his alibis He covered his mouth so his parents won't hear his cries He took his body, then drug it across the carpet And tossed him in the closet The sight of blood made him feel nauseous All this to be a thriving rap artist As the blood flows down the drain Thinking to himself a lot about the change I don't believe in ghosts