The Saga lyrics

Artist  : Cormega 
Song : 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 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]