(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]
