Текст (слова) песни: Cormega - The Saga

(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 is
yo, 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 begins
I`m a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
sleepin` on a mattress when I go to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin` straight to Hell?
or does God realize we`re tryin` to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
not gun shots, we`re immune to those
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
others are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch Son`s walk through the door
for the last time `till they go view at the morgue
life is deep, we all just tryin` to eat
rap`s a mental narcotic, I supply the streets

[Chorus]
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin` the path chosen
from the cradle `till the casket`s lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
I`d be lyin` if I said I wasn`t hustlin` no more
look at my life..

[Verse 2]
Life ain`t fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
sleepin` in a crackhouse `cause she don`t got no relatives
her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who`s sale it is
now she`s gettin` hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
as if Picasso`s spirit entered me
starin` at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I`m sick of hearin` eulogies
I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin`
uneffected by police intrusions
or 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 bullshit
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
we ain`t built the same so mind games are useless
times change, like the climate I change
check the forecast, I reign

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
those incarcerated, my heart is wit` y`all
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
then once free you realize you`re mentally scarred
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
you`ve been conquered
blowin` up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my residence
and thank God I`m blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
and cabs that won`t stop for Black Males
undercovers givin` younger Brothers bad stares
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
MC are fictitious yet there`s actual facts here
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cormega - The Saga (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 is yo, 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 begins I`m a reflection of the drama within the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared the first time you get locked up who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards sleepin` on a mattress when I go to make a sale at times I wonder, are we goin` straight to Hell? or does God realize we`re tryin` to make it as well my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove not gun shots, we`re immune to those some of my friends first bids are two to fours others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch Son`s walk through the door for the last time `till they go view at the morgue life is deep, we all just tryin` to eat rap`s a mental narcotic, I supply the streets [Chorus] Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses and tears shed for passed soldiers we all walkin` the path chosen from the cradle `till the casket`s lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I`d be lyin` if I said I wasn`t hustlin` no more look at my life.. [Verse 2] Life ain`t fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live sleepin` in a crackhouse `cause she don`t got no relatives her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who`s sale it is now she`s gettin` hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly as if Picasso`s spirit entered me starin` at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I`m sick of hearin` eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin` uneffected by police intrusions or 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 bullshit my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless we ain`t built the same so mind games are useless times change, like the climate I change check the forecast, I reign [Chorus] [Verse 3] Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for those incarcerated, my heart is wit` y`all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars then once free you realize you`re mentally scarred if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise you`ve been conquered blowin` up her mobile phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence and thank God I`m blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales and cabs that won`t stop for Black Males undercovers givin` younger Brothers bad stares Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here MC are fictitious yet there`s actual facts here like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Saga: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/15643.html Все тексты песен: Cormega » Cormega - You Don`t Want It » Cormega - Fallen Soldiers [Remix] » Cormega - On The Real » Cormega - Montana Diary » Cormega - Fallen Soldiers [Remix] » Cormega - Endangered Species » Cormega - Take Mine » Cormega - Dead Man Walking » Cormega - Dead Man Walking Remix (Hidden Bonus Tra » Cormega - Verbal Graffiti » Cormega - Live Ya Life » Cormega - The Legacy » Cormega - Testament » Cormega - I`m Built For This » Cormega - Poetry » Cormega - Mega`s On His Own » Cormega - Fuck Nas and Nature » Cormega - Take Mine » Cormega - Fallen Soldiers » Cormega - You Don`t Want It Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Кочетков - Баллада трезвости » Машина Времени - Все очень просто » Марк Мерман - Калининград-52 » Машина Времени - Песня про розовые очки » Михаил Володин - Березы и ели » Михаил Анчаров - Баллада об относительности возраста » Мельница - Богиня Иштар » М.Горшенев - Кировский завод » Михаил Кочетков - Елене Казанцевой » Михаил Щербаков - Песня среднего человека II » Михаил Щербаков - На всей земле II » Мэд дог - Лицо » Мумий Тролль - Севеpный полюс » Машина Времени - Рождественская песня » Маша Распутина - Шарманщик » М.Мироненко - Лучше меня » Мария Фаликман - Летние дни в середине апреля. Склонность к полетам... » Монгол Шуудан - Первомай » Михаил Щербаков - Кинематограф » Михаил Щербаков - Шарманщик
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