Lyrics The Saga - Cormega
(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?
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
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
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
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
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.
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