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Текст песни Cormega - The Saga

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(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?(Mega) Yo son, whattup?(Man) Yo, I`m just sittin` here, zonin` out, thinkin` about how life isyo, life`s general for us, you know? how we livin` out here, you know,things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?[Verse 1]The saga beginsI`m a reflection of the drama withinthe ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappearedthe first time you get locked up who really cares?I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwardssleepin` on a mattress when I go to make a saleat times I wonder, are we goin` straight to Hell?or does God realize we`re tryin` to make it as wellmy sleep is interrupted by food on the stovenot gun shots, we`re immune to thosesome of my friends first bids are two to foursothers are on the run with huge rewardsMothers watch Son`s walk through the doorfor the last time `till they go view at the morguelife is deep, we all just tryin` to eatrap`s a mental narcotic, I supply the streets[Chorus]Look at my life, you see white coke and black rosesand tears shed for passed soldierswe all walkin` the path chosenfrom the cradle `till the casket`s loweredI still got the black ski mask to throw onbut I can get richer off the tracks I flow onI`d be lyin` if I said I wasn`t hustlin` no morelook at my life.. [Verse 2]Life ain`t fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to livesleepin` in a crackhouse `cause she don`t got no relativesher friends wanna drink brew and beef about who`s sale it isnow she`s gettin` hungry, she smells the marijuana scentI paint a picture vividlyas if Picasso`s spirit entered mestarin` at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeepI`m sick of hearin` eulogiesI realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruinsyet his seek keeps bloomin`uneffected by police intrusionsor street illusions we were consumed wit`I`ve even grown away from people I grew wit`I mean we cool, but I don`t need to bullshitmy mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthlesswe ain`t built the same so mind games are uselesstimes change, like the climate I changecheck the forecast, I reign[Chorus][Verse 3]Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet forthose incarcerated, my heart is wit` y`allI know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary barsthen once free you realize you`re mentally scarredif not physically, if subjected to correctional facilitiesprepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwiseyou`ve been conqueredblowin` up her mobile phone so she can send you a boxSon, I sit inside my residenceand thank God I`m blessed with this poetical gift evident in everyghetto like graffiti and crack salesand cabs that won`t stop for Black Malesundercovers givin` younger Brothers bad staresFours clap, Dogs crap in the grass hereyou love to hear the story Son, the saga began hereMC are fictitious yet there`s actual facts herelike the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair[Chorus]

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