The Saga - Cormega.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : C. McKay/W. Rogers
[00:00.81]Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
[00:02.46]Yo son, whattup?
[00:03.54]Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
[00:06.72]yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know,
[00:10.90]things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?
[00:14.34]Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?
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[00:21.03]The saga begins
[00:22.03]I'm a reflection of the drama within
[00:24.25]the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
[00:29.32]the first time you get locked up who really cares?
[00:32.02]I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
[00:35.41]sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale
[00:38.05]at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
[00:40.66]or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
[00:43.21]my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
[00:45.95]not gun shots, we're immune to those
[00:48.81]some of my friends first bids are two to fours
[00:51.57]others are on the run with huge rewards
[00:54.26]Mothers watch Son's walk through the door
[00:56.96]for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
[00:59.62]life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
[01:02.17]rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
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[01:05.02]Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
[01:07.97]and tears shed for passed soldiers
[01:11.02]we all walkin' the path chosen
[01:13.67]from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
[01:16.26]I still got the black ski mask to throw on
[01:18.86]but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
[01:21.86]I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
[01:25.32]look at my life..
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[01:26.54]Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
[01:29.97]sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
[01:33.13]her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
[01:36.50]now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the p***y scent
[01:38.33]I paint a picture vividly
[01:40.58]as if Picasso's spirit entered me
[01:43.51]starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
[01:43.82]I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
[01:44.48]I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
[01:48.24]yet his seek keeps bloomin'
[01:49.33]uneffected by police intrusions
[01:51.69]or street illusions we were consumed wit'
[01:54.14]I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
[01:57.06]I mean we cool, but I don't need to ****
[02:01.10]my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
[02:02.65]we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
[02:05.26]times change, like the climate I change
[02:07.93]check the forecast, I reign
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[02:10.51]Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
[02:13.37]and tears shed for passed soldiers
[02:16.70]we all walkin' the path chosen
[02:19.30]from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
[02:21.72]I still got the black ski mask to throw on
[02:24.19]but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
[02:26.89]I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
[02:30.10]look at my life..
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[02:32.63]Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
[02:35.43]those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
[02:37.86]I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
[02:40.60]then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
[02:43.05]if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
[02:46.13]prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
[02:49.62]you've been conquered
[02:51.50]blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
[02:53.97]Son, I sit inside my residence
[02:55.68]and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
[02:58.80]ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
[03:01.06]and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
[03:02.96]undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
[03:05.50]Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
[03:08.06]you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
[03:10.54]MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
[03:13.28]like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
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[03:15.78]Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
[03:18.47]and tears shed for passed soldiers
[03:21.69]we all walkin' the path chosen
[03:24.05]from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
[03:26.94]I still got the black ski mask to throw on
[03:29.70]but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
[03:32.41]I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
[03:36.17]look at my life..
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