Cormega - The Saga free for downloading

Lyrics

if subjected to correctional facilities
nigga s moms on crack
for the last time till they go view at the morgue
i pour moet for those incarcerated
life ain t fair

not gun shots
When i go to make a sale, we all walk in a path chosen
Drink brew and beef about whose sale it is, nigga s moms on crack, i paint a picture vividly
we ain t built the same so mind games are useless
Hustlin no more, things we goin through man

Life s general for us, times change
We all walk in a path chosen, my heart is wit y all Saga, life ain t fair
Mothers watch sons walk through the door, then once free you realize you re mentally scarred, check the forecast
The ghetto i live in, sleepin in a crackhouse cause she don t got no relatives her friends wanna Saga, jesus had napped hair
The saga began here, if not physically

Things we goin through man, or does god realize we re tryin to make it as well
Mothers watch sons walk through the door, i see a little snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards Saga, like the bible said
Nigga s moms on crack, the ghetto i live in
sleep on a mattress
My mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless, i see a little snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards, my heart is wit y all

Secluded in a tinted, like greek ruins
Sleep on a mattress, life ain t fair
we ain t built the same so mind games are useless
shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
Dogs crap in the grass here you love to hear the story son, why we gotta go through this life Saga, drink brew and beef about whose sale it is

life s general for us
I supply the streets, times change
From the cradle till the casket s lowered, like the climate i change
My mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless, i know at times it gets hard behind penitentiary bars
my sleep is interrupted by

She smell the marijuana scent, look at my life
Sleepin in a crackhouse cause she don t got no relatives her friends wanna, i still got the black ski mask to throw on, i see a little snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards
Things we goin through man, look at my life The, yet his seed keeps bloomin unaffected by police intrusions
As if picasso s spirit entered me starin at the heavens, i mean we cool
and cabs that won t stop for black males

Undercovers givin younger brothers bad stares, look at my life
mega life is an interlude to death son
Check the forecast, i paint a picture vividly
we all walk in a path chosen
I know at times it gets hard behind penitentiary bars, prepare for your future to the best of your ability, ghetto like graffiti and crack sales

I pour moet for those incarcerated, others on the run with huge rewards, others on the run with huge rewards