Joell Ortiz - Uncle Chris Car lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Uncle Chris Car lyrics]
Imagine a world full of no colors
Just sisters and brothers
Fathers and mothers
Unconditionally loving one another
Under the Lord's watchful eye we occupy
The third rock in the sky 93, 000
000 miles away from where lava can fry
My momma in labor on the 4th
The hottest July
48 hours later, they heard a marvelous cry
Rattling my tonsils I'm staring
At who's responsible
For smacking me on the ass
Get a pass we in the hospital
Fresh out the womb, scour the room
A new flower just bloomed my momma tells me
You was 'posed to come out me in June
A gentleman standing over me says
"hello there
I delivered you" I look back at him thinking
"oh yeah" ok so where do we go from here
I'm hoping nowhere
Cause everyone’s so happy in here and
They make it so clear
If this is life then I love
It I turned my screaming up
The doc says I’ll bring him right back
Let me go clean him up
They wipe off all the discharge
Hand me to my momma say
We writing up the discharge
24 hours later we in my Uncle Chris car
Made a left into the projects and
A life of being piss poor
Onesies sliding up and down the
Hallway on the sixth floor note in my hand
Borrowing cooking oil from Miss Moore
Kicking on the witch door
Jumping down a flight of stairs
Clearing the syringes
Luckily I was dope enough to
Miss them shit's by inches
Moms in front the building getting
Splinters on the benches
While the hustlers made a killing
Doing dealings near the entrance
Survival in the trenches
Detectives in them trenches
Showing pictures of the people I would
Grow up to be friends with
By the time I turned 1-6
I respected a gun kick
Emptied out this one clip in Bushwick
On some dumb shit saw that crack money
Immediately started selling
Bought some grams on Kosciusko in '97
Biggie in my headphones, absolute in my cup
Yeah, I still wrote rhymes
But hit the studio for what?
Only bass I care about's the
One the feens blew up
Where y’all said that booth was?
Little nigga I boof drugs
I was living that shit day and night
Moms like don’t throw away ya life
But this my way of life
Plus if God really wanted me to get far
Then why my Uncle Chris car go left
He shoulda made a right
Just sisters and brothers
Fathers and mothers
Unconditionally loving one another
Under the Lord's watchful eye we occupy
The third rock in the sky 93, 000
000 miles away from where lava can fry
My momma in labor on the 4th
The hottest July
48 hours later, they heard a marvelous cry
Rattling my tonsils I'm staring
At who's responsible
For smacking me on the ass
Get a pass we in the hospital
Fresh out the womb, scour the room
A new flower just bloomed my momma tells me
You was 'posed to come out me in June
A gentleman standing over me says
"hello there
I delivered you" I look back at him thinking
"oh yeah" ok so where do we go from here
I'm hoping nowhere
Cause everyone’s so happy in here and
They make it so clear
If this is life then I love
It I turned my screaming up
The doc says I’ll bring him right back
Let me go clean him up
They wipe off all the discharge
Hand me to my momma say
We writing up the discharge
24 hours later we in my Uncle Chris car
Made a left into the projects and
A life of being piss poor
Onesies sliding up and down the
Hallway on the sixth floor note in my hand
Borrowing cooking oil from Miss Moore
Kicking on the witch door
Jumping down a flight of stairs
Clearing the syringes
Luckily I was dope enough to
Miss them shit's by inches
Moms in front the building getting
Splinters on the benches
While the hustlers made a killing
Doing dealings near the entrance
Survival in the trenches
Detectives in them trenches
Showing pictures of the people I would
Grow up to be friends with
By the time I turned 1-6
I respected a gun kick
Emptied out this one clip in Bushwick
On some dumb shit saw that crack money
Immediately started selling
Bought some grams on Kosciusko in '97
Biggie in my headphones, absolute in my cup
Yeah, I still wrote rhymes
But hit the studio for what?
Only bass I care about's the
One the feens blew up
Where y’all said that booth was?
Little nigga I boof drugs
I was living that shit day and night
Moms like don’t throw away ya life
But this my way of life
Plus if God really wanted me to get far
Then why my Uncle Chris car go left
He shoulda made a right