- Cormega the saga 歌詞
- Cormega
- Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
Yo son, whattup?
Yo, Im just sittin here, zonin out, thinkin about how life is
yo, lifes general for us, you know? how we livin out here, you know,
things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?
Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?
The saga begins
Im a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
sleepin on a mattress when I go to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin straight to Hell?
or does God realize were tryin to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
not gun shots, were immune to those
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
others are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch Sons walk through the door
for the last time till they go view at the morgue
life is deep, we all just tryin to eat
raps a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin the path chosen
from the cradle till the caskets lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
Id be lyin if I said I wasnt hustlin no more
look at my life..
Life aint fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
sleepin in a crackhouse cause she dont got no relatives
her friends wanna drink brew and beef about whos sale it is
now shes gettin hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
as if Picassos spirit entered me
starin at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
Im sick of hearin eulogies
I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin
uneffected by police intrusions
or street illusions we were consumed wit
Ive even grown away from people I grew wit
I mean we cool, but I dont need to bullshit
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
we aint built the same so mind games are useless
times change, like the climate I change
check the forecast, I reign
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin the path chosen
from the cradle till the caskets lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
Id be lyin if I said I wasnt hustlin no more
look at my life..
Live niggas I rep for, deceased , I pour Moet for
those incarcerated, my heart is wit yall
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
then once free you realize youre mentally scarred
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
prepare for your future to the best ofyour ability prosper, otherwise
youve been conquered
blowin up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my residence
and thank God Im blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
and cabs that wont stop for Black Males
undercovers givin younger Brothers bad stares
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
MC are fictitious yet theres actual facts here
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin the path chosen
from the cradle till the caskets lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
Id be lyin if I said I wasnt hustlin no more
look at my life..
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