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Seasoned

Tragedy

Mm hmm mm hmm

Misery and triumph

Piss poor, you know?Catastrophic moments

They wanna know why I'm so seasoned, y'know

Welfare recipient

There's a reason why I'm seasonedMy folks out there in the ghetto

The slums, the projects and the beat down

Renovated apartment complexes

Smell meUh, you in a new school whip

Custom painted candy apricot butter

I'm in an antique old school four do'

Muffler draggin' beat up duster

With scrapes and scratches, nicks and scarsY'all get to drink out of wine glasses

We gotta drink out of jelly jars

Down and out like four flat tires

No washing machine nor dryerJust a pillowcase sack and a bunch of clothes

Wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat

Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cents?

Y'alls got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent

Sleepless nights, alligator t-uh-tearsMommy arguin' wit' my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers

911 Mr. Po-Po, dey ain't happy wit' day marriage

Pops tryna beat her down and make her have a miscarriage

My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days

She on that da-ah-diesel, she gone end up wit' AIDSI told her, I love her, I swear I just told her

But you know what she said to me?

Everybody got a gay or at least one dopefiend in they family

You ain't the only one wit' a reject in yo' family

That's realThe reasoned, the reasoned that we're seasoned

Seasoned and we feel our paper won't disappear

Ohh, hey it's been a long time in the bay

With God on our side we have somethin' to say

And through the hard times we survive the game

Survive the gameIf y'all smell onions that's my arms potent

The reason I'm musty is 'cause we ain't got no mo' deordorant

The laughin' stock patna, we ain't got no cash

Feet stinkin' through my shoes in P.E. class

I'm thriznew with biznein briznoke, I'm about to hiznit the griznindAnd if I get popped it ain't half no more it's 80 percent of my time

But that's ah chance, that I'ma have to ah take

Today my son birthday and I can't even buy a cake

I'm so damn through-a-through, I had a J.O.B.

You want me to cut my perm, oh y'all gone ave to fire meMy fellow just got out da joint, thought he might be okay

But my fellow got out and got stapled 26 times the same damn day

Who wanna get dunked on?

In the the flatlands it ain't never too late

Patna all we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crateWhat about dat shopping basket, you know I'm smart

We can gone take the wheels off that and make a go cart

Yo peoples blessed you, I started from a quarter ounce

You came in the dope game wit' a silver spoon up in yo' mouth

Why we gotta gamble maine we hurtin', you got all the bucks

In the ghetto we play dominoes for push upsThe reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned

Seasoned and we, feel our paper won't disappear

Ohh, it's been a long time in the bay

With God on our side we have somethin to say

And through the hard times we survive the game

Survive the gameYou dig? You know

My people just tryin' to make a way out of nowhere, you dig?

You know, the trials and tribulations, you dig?

It's hard times out here y'know

Y'know we just tryin' to do our thingI remember when I was just a young boy

Growin' up things was real hard for me

No food on the table, no clothes on my back

Lord have mercy

But my mother told me to stay strongHey, it's been a long time in the Bay

With God on our side we have somethin' to say

And through the hard times we survive the game

Survive the game

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