Supastition - A Baby Story lyrics

Let me tell you all a little story
Bout falling in love with material things

Aiyo, we all infatuated with material things
It could be our rims, car, stereo, and rings
As superior as it may seem
It's pointless how you
Cherish objects that hold no value
Life is something larger than what
A store can sell i know it all too well
I got a story to tell
About a brother named Kamal
He was 20-something years young
The speakers in his car
Could pierce your eardrums
Kamal had a nice, little, Cadillac DeVille
He'd ride down the block and let
Cats look at the wheels
He fell in love with his car
And niggas noticed it joked with em
Said he sprayed Armoral more than deodorant
He just laughed
And told them that the shit can't faze me
Then jumped back in his Lac
Which he nicknamed 'his baby'
Kamal had a wife and two beautiful seeds
But why he loved his car so
Much was ludicrous to me

You going round
Round like your world is gonna end
Gotta get that cash, money, clothes, car
Rings and things
All you think about is getting more
What love you got, you ignore
Who is you real baby baby?
Who is you real baby baby?

Kamal had a wife and two beautiful seeds
But why he loved his wheels so
Much was ludicrous to me
His wife bitched at him everyday
But he couldn't see it though
She said he loved his vehicle
More than his 3-year old
Sometimes I believed it
When his family would get in it
He'd make them all take off their
Shoes just to sit in it (damn)
And nobody including his wifey had
A set of keys don't ask him to drive
This brother used to get extreme
I mean every last dime he put into his baby
Gave it more attention than he
Gave to his lady he never changed
Everyday the same thing went on
Hookin up a car he couldn't
Half make the payments on
Woodgrain, TV's, and 20-inch chrome
But his life made a turn that
One day he went home
It was around 6-o'clock on
A hot summer Friday
He saw his kids playing as he
Pulled up in the driveway

Around 6-o'clock on a hot summer Friday
He saw his kids playing as he
Pulled up in the driveway
Kamal had somewhere to go
So he left his keys in it
Just to grab his gym bag
It wouldn't take three minutes
So he left the car running
In front of his house talking to his spouse
He was laughing and running his mouth
They carried on while the children
Played in the driveway
Then they heard a loud scream from outside
See what happened was the oldest
Son jumped behind the wheel
Of his Cadillac DeVille, while the
3-year old was still, in the driveway
Somehow put the car in reverse
And backed up over the body
Of his little brother first
And the pressure from the car killed Kamal's
Son as soon as it touched
Is this the same fuckin car
That he loved so much?
I know it sounds sad and crazy in the end
But he'll never call that car his baby again