Cormega - The Saga (Remix) lyrics

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[Verse 1: Cormega]

"The Saga" begins

I'm a reflection of the drama within

The ghetto I live in, niggaz Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared

First time you get locked up - who really cares?

I see a little snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards

Sleep 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 friend's first bids is two to fours

Others are on the run with huge rewards

Mothers watch Son's walk through the door

For the last time 'til 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: Cormega]

Look at my life; you see white coke and black roses

And tear shed for passed soldiers

We all walkin' a path chosen

From the cradle 'til 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

[Verse 2: Cormega]

Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live

sleepin' in a crack-house, 'cause she don't got no relatives

Her friends wanna drink brew and beef about whose sale it is

Now she's gettin' hungry, she could smell the marijuana

Seen the picture vividly, as if Picasso's spirit entered me

Starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted Jeep

But sick of hearin' eulogies

I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins

Yet his seek keeps bloomin'

Unaffected by police intrusions

Or street illusions, we were consumed with

I've even grown away from people I grew wit

Who only seem concerned when they need me to do shit

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: Cormega]

[Verse 3: Cormega]

Live niggaz I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for

Those incarcerated, my heart is wit y'all

I know at times it gets hard behind penitentiary bars

And 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 your mother phone, so she can send you a bop

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 who won't stop for Black Males

Undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares

Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here

You love to hear 'cause "The Saga" began here

And MC's are fictitious, yet there's actual facts here

Like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

[Chorus: Cormega]