Mistah FAB - Talkin Pictures lyrics
rate meA couple years since my momma passed
Thought it would get better with time but time just get me mad
My life is like an hourglass, I sit, just watch the hours pass
Praying to my memories and thinking about our past
Damn and something just don’t seem right
I don’t even know what it seem like
But I know religion, how people go crazy like they seen Christ
Share my views with my granny and suddenly it didn’t seem right
My beautiful day all of a sudden became a mean night
My folks is up in jail and they stuck, they can’t see light
Momma please forgive me ‘cause this gotta be a dream, right?
They took the only thing in life that ever made it seem right
The only thing that be like
Make me feel like ain’t nothing encaging me and make me feel free, right
What’s going on I don’t really know
Got me stressed like I don’t even believe in God, though
They say pray to God, I say man, that seem awkward to me
My daddy died, that was awful to me
My momma died, that was awful to me
Looking at their pictures and their pictures just be talking to me
Talking to me, talking to me
Their pictures just be talking to me
Talking to me, they keep talking to me
They pictures just be talking to me
Looking at their pictures and that man, just seem awkward to me
God bless the child that hold his own
But if you ain’t got nothing then tell me, what is you holding on?
Opportunity ain’t calling, when you call it they say hold it on
And week after week you just keep getting weaker tryina hold strong
Stuck with no … and heard nothing from your father
Only the dirt that was on your papa’s hands
Half happy, half mad when blessings fall into your partner’s hands
Watching the news and see one of your homies shot a man
Alone while I struggle, seem like I’m steady stressed out
Tryina battle with my pain but I gotta let this stress out
… the devil’s son-in-law but damn, God, why you treating me like a stepchild?
Cold blooded, got the heart of a reptile
The graves in penitentiaries be getting all my best pals
I said they getting all my best pals
Got me stressed out, man, it’s hard to keep this stress down
They say pray to God, I say man, that seem awkward to me
My daddy died, that was awful to me
My momma died, that was awful to me
Looking at their pictures and their pictures just be talking to me
Talking to me, talking to me
Their pictures just be talking to me
Talking to me, they keep talking to me
They pictures just be talking to me
Looking at their pictures and that man, just seem awkward to me
It ain’t no hope for us, young ghetto stars
My young boys be dying before they legally able to drive a car
Or spent nights out the rest of their lives behind them iron bars
I broke down this morning, tears, crying hard
My daughter came to my room and said “daddy, what you crying for?”
I had to cleanse my soul, looked in the mirror, man, I’m trying, dog
Preacher shook my hand and said “young man, stop the nine guard”
Looked inside my eyes and was surprised, there was an iron guard
The most devilish men still sin and be crying “God!”
The preacher got mad when I said “what you lying for?”
And you know what else hurt?
He had the nerve to kick me out of church
All because I questioned what he was telling us, like his word is final
And that seem awkward to me
They say pray to God, I say man, that seem awkward to me
My daddy died, that was awful to me
My momma died, that was awful to me
Looking at their pictures and their pictures just be talking to me
Talking to me, talking to me
Their pictures just be talking to me
Talking to me, they keep talking to me
They pictures just be talking to me
Looking at their pictures and that man, just seem awkward to me
