Представляем точный текст композиции "The Saga (Remix)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cormega . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Saga (Remix)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cormega передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cormega - "The Saga (Remix)"
Lyrics to The Saga (Remix) : [Verse 1: Cormega] "The Saga" begins Im 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 were tryin to make it as well My sleep is interrupted by food on the stove Not gun shots, were immune to those Some of my friends first bids is two to fours Others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch Sons walk through the door For the last time til they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all just tryin to eat Raps 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 caskets lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on But I can get richer off the tracks I flow on Id be lyin if I said I wasnt hustlin no more [Verse 2: Cormega] Life aint fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live sleepin in a crack-house, cause she dont got no relatives Her friends wanna drink brew and beef about whose sale it is Now shes gettin hungry, she could smell the marijuana Seen the picture vividly, as if Picassos 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 Ive 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 aint 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 yall I know at times it gets hard behind penitentiary bars And once free you realize youre mentally scarred If not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities Prepare for your future, to the best of your ability Prosper, otherwise youve been conquered Blowin up your mother phone, so she can send you a bop Son, I sit inside my residence And thank God Im blessed with this Poetical gift, evident in every ghetto Like graffiti and crack sales And cabs who wont 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 MCs are fictitious, yet theres actual facts here Like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair [Chorus: Cormega] [ The Saga (Remix) Lyrics ]
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