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Nana
Masta Ace
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Good morning, Nana, what's for breakfast?
Orange juice, scrambled eggs, and some jelly bread
And Oscar Meyer bacon, that's a king's meal
At least compared to my friends that are rarely fed
You really know how to kill it with a black skillet
Energized by your love and these cats feel it
Not to be rude, but my dude want a plate of food
You never exclude and it puts you in a greater mood
To give one of my dudes lil' somethin' to eat
So his stomach won't growl when he up in the street
The sounds of a bear, for this time of year
It's kinda cold, so we home and we up in the heat
Project radiator hissin' like a rattlesnake
I'm in the front room playin' my favorite battle tape
You in the backroom watchin' Barnaby Jones
These white folks livin' good and we tryna be clones
The ones you work for out in Bensonhurst
After Howard Beach, now the tension's worse
Watchin' over they kids while they earn a wage
Makin' 'em lunch, readin' 'em books now, turn the page
I was only ten, I was younger then
Guess it must've been hard for me to understand it
House keys hangin' on a string from my neck
Had to let myself in, make myself a sandwich, damn
Beginning and the end of me
Before I could even see
The man that I wanted to be
That's what you came to know
You've taken every step with me
Taught me to take the lead
That's why it's just in me
You gon' get what you're owed
We played in the spring and summertime
Learned lessons in the fall
The world is winter (But it was never cold)
More than a doer than a talker
But I still live by your words
One day it'll all register (When we get too old)
We grow, things change (But you will never go)
Happy Thanksgiving, sweet potato pies
Neighbors tryna ketchup on it like a plate of fries
Comin' through for the recipe
Uncle Marvin on the couch watchin' the game next to me
Talkin' smack, messin' with me like an evil twin
It's the playoffs and we just tryna see who's in
Dallas 'bout to do it yet again
The number 31 breaks a long run and the Eagles win (Thank God)
Dinner's ready, this stuff is terrific
Family eats, family talks, but nothin' specific
No religion, no politics
Butcher lemon at the table, doin' a couple parlor tricks
I'm a teen now, the streets are mean now
High praise for the ways you cook and clean, wow
Let it be known you get paid, but you not a maid
Nana's here, family's home, and I'm not afraid, nah
Beginning and the end of me
Before I could even see
The man that I wanted to be
That's what you came to know
You've taken every step with me
Taught me to take the lead
That's why it's just in me
You gon' get what you're owed
We played in the spring and summertime
Learned lessons in the fall
The world is winter (But it was never cold)
More than a doer than a talker
But I still live by your words
One day it'll all register (When we get too old)
We grow, things change (But you will never go)
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