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Lunch Money
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Mama playing hide and seek with the rent
Long months, short noodle what she sings when she vents
She don't vent very often, most is often she prays
Not a song about bitching, a song to relate
Cause these days, we doing better than the yesterdays
Thanks, it gave appreciation and plus it gave me patience for grace
Cause without it, oh maker, I doubt that y'all have heard of me
She taught me hope, my brothers taught me jokes through adversity
I used to sit up baby, bitching how I hate peas
Mama dropped perspective, catch a lecture, catch a lesson on Haiti
Whoever saying being spoiled is a blessing's crazy
Sometimes I even miss it, flipping
Pot of milk and trying to make cream
But coffee creamer floats yo, get it? Most maybe
Dope ghost like the nose on the Tastee-O box
Sharing skates, but now I'm doing radio drops
God must have saved me, cause now I sing it's gravy though pops
We came a long way, it's crazy, it made us stress proof
I mean we still catch stresses, still know that there's a heaven
Know Miss Davis was an angel, selling butter a blessing
The lesson love thy neighbor, straight from scripture, manifested
Learned to count them on a thousand hands, it's how to stay humble
It's something real that most don't have
But learning love through the struggle
So now I give it cause I got it, a gift and hung low
For those that feel just like I felt, ain't no light in they tunnel
God bless the welfare mama, stretch the ramen noodle
Thinking hectic, catching breakfast and lunch up in the school yo
Some call it cornbread, some noodle, some menudo
Got a song to call to some, hot as love, I see us through though
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Pops trying to catch a break and it's hard
Still never seen him steal, seen him break steel, seen him take steel
Hardest part of fatherhood I never figured till I figured out
No money hungry mouth for pop delivered through the drought
Now his shorty's on a tour through Europe, don't deserve it
Observe respectfully, I got checked, learned discernment
Hella jelly on them sandwiches and greasy cheese
Preach me blue talk and Cicero on GEDs
Between these fiends, food stamps and banshees
I reflect on those times when they
Throw up they hands to understand me
No fantasy compares, I hope you hear it with your family
Don't get everything you want, cause then you'll understand needy
Then other fams'll eat deep, like suffering's a canopy
It can be, even though sometimes, the shit's insanity
Here I am just rambling, a hook and a verse
I took a sec to recollect it could have
Been better, but could have been worse
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