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Cormega - The Saga lyrics
Yo mega man, what's the deal son?
 Yo son, what's up?
 Yo man, 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 going through man, why we gotta go through this life?
 You know, life is an interlude to death, son
 You ever thought about that?
 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
 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
 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 intrusionsCormega - The Saga - http://motolyrics.com/cormega/the-saga-lyrics.html
 Or street illusions we were consumed with
 I've even grown away from people I grew with
 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
 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
 Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour moet for
 Those incarcerated, my heart is with 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's are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
 Like the Bible said 'Jesus had napped hair'
 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















