Cormega - The Saga Lyrics
(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]
