Cormega - The Saga lyrics
[Cormega - The Saga lyrics]
(Man talking) Yo Mega man
What's the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup?
(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin'
Here, zonin' out
Thinkin' about how life is
Yo, life's general for us, you know?
How we livin' out here, you know
Things we goin' through man, why we
Gotta go through this life, you know?
(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son
You ever thought about that?
(Man) Word, son (echos out)
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
The ghetto I live in, nigga's Moms on crack
Pops just disappeared
The first time you get locked
Up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed kid
With his sneakers on backwards
Sleep on a mattress when I go to make a sale
At times I wonder
Are we goin' straight to Hell?
Or does God realize we're tryin'
To make it as well?
My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gun shots, we're immune to those Some of
My friends' first bids are two to fours
Others 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
Rap's 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 walk in a path chosen
From the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
But I can get richer off the
Tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I
Wasn't hustlin' no more look at my life
Life ain't fair
Shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
Sleepin' in a crackhouse cause she don't
Got no relatives Her friends
Wanna drink brew and beef about
Whose sale it is now she's gettin' hungry
She smell the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
As if Picasso's spirit entered me
Starin' at the Heavens
Secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I
Realize my nigga Blue
Is a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
Yet his seed keeps bloomin'
Unaffected by police intrusions
Or street illusions we were
Consumed wit' I've even
Grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
My mood could switch easily
From smooth to ruthless
We ain't built the same so
Mind games are useless
Times change, like the climate I change
Check the forecast, I reign
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I
Pour Moet for Those incarcerated
My heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets
Hard behind penitentiary bars
Then once free you realize
You're mentally scarred if not physically
If subjected to correctional facilities
Prepare for your future to the
Best of your ability prosper, otherwise
You've been conquered
Blowin' up your mother's phone so she
Can send you a box Son
I sit inside my residence
And thank God I'm blessed with this
Poetical gift evident in every
Ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
And cabs that won't 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's are fictitious yet the
Actual facts here
Like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
What's the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup?
(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin'
Here, zonin' out
Thinkin' about how life is
Yo, life's general for us, you know?
How we livin' out here, you know
Things we goin' through man, why we
Gotta go through this life, you know?
(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son
You ever thought about that?
(Man) Word, son (echos out)
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
The ghetto I live in, nigga's Moms on crack
Pops just disappeared
The first time you get locked
Up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed kid
With his sneakers on backwards
Sleep on a mattress when I go to make a sale
At times I wonder
Are we goin' straight to Hell?
Or does God realize we're tryin'
To make it as well?
My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gun shots, we're immune to those Some of
My friends' first bids are two to fours
Others 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
Rap's 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 walk in a path chosen
From the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
But I can get richer off the
Tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I
Wasn't hustlin' no more look at my life
Life ain't fair
Shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
Sleepin' in a crackhouse cause she don't
Got no relatives Her friends
Wanna drink brew and beef about
Whose sale it is now she's gettin' hungry
She smell the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
As if Picasso's spirit entered me
Starin' at the Heavens
Secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I
Realize my nigga Blue
Is a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
Yet his seed keeps bloomin'
Unaffected by police intrusions
Or street illusions we were
Consumed wit' I've even
Grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
My mood could switch easily
From smooth to ruthless
We ain't built the same so
Mind games are useless
Times change, like the climate I change
Check the forecast, I reign
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I
Pour Moet for Those incarcerated
My heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets
Hard behind penitentiary bars
Then once free you realize
You're mentally scarred if not physically
If subjected to correctional facilities
Prepare for your future to the
Best of your ability prosper, otherwise
You've been conquered
Blowin' up your mother's phone so she
Can send you a box Son
I sit inside my residence
And thank God I'm blessed with this
Poetical gift evident in every
Ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
And cabs that won't 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's are fictitious yet the
Actual facts here
Like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair