SoulChef, Need Not Worry - Sentimentally Madd lyrics

What up Chef, alright real quick, it goes
It goes

I got a broken back, a broken foot
Broken arm, broken thumbs
But, I need to carry on
Ripped flesh, broken bones
In debt, but not a broken home
Broken boombox, but not a broken flow
Out of the boondocks
I elevate to elevate minds
While the streets steady devastate
Crimes at this all-time high
Fuck yo pie chart number
Rest where the city slumber
Hold breath and let the committee wonder
If you can make it home for supper
Hidin in the open dumpster hey cracklady
Who you talkin to? there's no one there
Oh i get you're talkin' to the air
Hey cracklady will you breed a crackbaby
Have you been inside the shelter lately
Oh, I see now, they're closing the doors now
Because you can't afford
Because they can't fit anymore

She's sentimentally madd
We find it difficult to laugh tryin to
Find the good things that we had
Situations get bad
We find em difficult to past
Up feeling detrimentally sad

Stressed out, pressed up against the wall
Breathing harder, scheming hard for solutions
Brain on pause, no movement head the jokes
I've designed for a preda
Folks that play tapes
Until the speakers broke
Promote youth out of the joke of the
Nonsense applying the yolk squeezing the hope
But who want me to lecture
This is considered conjecture
Ain't no mentoring them when
They don't listen anymore
Strip they're freedom of though
Ripped from the clutches
Motivated by liquor and dutchess, cars, women
Blings, guns, material things
Yo, we could speak for days upon the subject
No school, no respect
Drive around on patrol for sex
No rules apply if you pose a threat
Hard of hearing and walk around fearing
Man with a weapon in hand
They sentimentally madd

Sentimentally madd
We find it difficult to laugh tryin to
Find the good things that we had
Situations get bad
We find em difficult to past
Up feeling detrimentally sad

Young fellas got a bad habit
Addicted to the money stacking up
Little suckers bad as fuck
Don't let them fool, they never go to school
Few favors
Never choose to meet new strangers
A backpack full off woo bang ups
With true anger and
Attitude rude playa, straight slay
You for your sneakers
Sell em for a cell phone
Feature, sippin on a liter
Colt 45, same odds, anything to make the
Tide move better, learing from the elders
Trough action and not speaking
Son peaking in sponge soaking
Up whats been seeping
Heathens breed heathens
They got a chip upon they shoulder
I got boulders brake down the
Shit they sold ya, the stress got me feeling
Tight around the chest
Didn't know if there was any other left
Yo I'm sentimentally madd

Sentimentally madd
We find it difficult to laugh tryin to
Find the good things that we had
Situations get bad
We find em difficult to past
Up feeling detrimentally sad

Yeah, 2010 to 2011 and
Infinity, SoulChef, Need Not, word
Em up, and we out, fade it out
Fade it out Chef