No Ghosts Video (MV)

You think you understand
You don't see the sand
You don't see the cracks in my hand
You don't see the sand
You don't see the past
Who I am

You don't see my mom or dad
You don't see my brother
You don't see my
You don't see my past

Sand trickles through the glass
Shows the past; all the things we had
But don't have no more
We don't have no more

Sand
Trickles through the glass (We don't have no more)
Sand
Trickles through the glass (We don't have no more)

I play no games. No
Yeah, I wear no rings. No No No
No golden chains
Bro, don't. Don't
Don't need no things. No No NO
No smoke no lame zone
If you show up please lay low
If you're cold, please don't say so

If you're cold, please don't say so

Trippin on another walk home
Don't know where I let myself go
Looking for my soul along the road
Moving check-to-check and toe-to-toe

Talking to the me in this photo

He's beggin' me not to let him be a ghost

Okay

Young child, how do I put this lightly
There are no ghosts

There are no ghosts

No angels and no demons
We're all somewhere in between
Trying to fight our want for power
And our greed

Nobody's gonna listen
If you scream or shout
You can even write it down
And they won't hear a single sound
I promise

But I'm on it

I'm on it...