Текст песни Blackalicious -  40oz For Breakfast   
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[Gift of Gab]  
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day  
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway  
let me contemplate my thought something back to a time  
when my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime  
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black  
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo`-oh crack  
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed  
and caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You`re dismissed"  
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed  
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry  
Why go job hunting today?  
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink  
and feel my problems shrink away  
And by now, the rent`s due in two weeks  
But inside my mind that`s just another problem brew can delete  
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door  
and said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don`t live  
here no more"  
And now I`m ass out; I`m so damn hungry I feel like I`m gonna pass out  
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me  
though I knew he had doubts  
And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with  
I`m so confused I have no control of my life I think I`ll get lit  
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes  
Sippin on that forty ounce that`s leadin me to a path of nowhere  
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:  
a forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..  
 
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day  
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway  
seems like everytime I start I don`t know when it`s time to say when  
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin  
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned  
At a party with some brothers I don`t know I`m chillin in some E&J  
With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down  
and plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down  
I can`t remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium  
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway  
next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat  
Start talkin out my ass I can`t see straight but yet I quote  
and I don`t know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies  
that I used to freestyle with and now I`m askin them to show me  
what they got not thinkin straight I don`t know why I posed the challenge  
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens  
Some shit was said I know I can`t erase and now shit ain`t the same  
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again  
I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend  
and loose them to booze in my system just ain`t how I`m livin  
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels  
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal  
And I really didn`t mean a word I said though I can`t prove that  
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out  
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say  
A forty ounce for.. nah  
A forty ounce for.. fuck!!  
Just one more forty just one more I`ll make this last day  
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day