C. Eberhardt - Tackle Box lyrics

[Intro: Le'Asha Julius] Its like a marathon Love's brother ruling the Earth So I stick to myself Like a white woman sticks to her purse I just try to keep the peace I got a touch of God A gift Something I can't figure The spirit's inside me but the language I can't remember Happiness We gotta steal it Life's too short for playing games Why you gotta do that for? Saying my name Saying it in Vain Sooner or later I'm coming for ya [Refrain] Uh Got my tackle box ready for a trip Fishing pole hanging off my shoulder finna dip I'm a danger to these n***as, so I'm leaving 'fore I flip Tell my mama that I love her and I'm sorry for the pain Sorry for the pain [Verse 1: CE] Tell me where's home for you? Where's home for me? Where's home for little boys who have to plant new family trees? Where's home for Josiah, where's home for Enzi? When they daddy's heart so empty It broke they mama's so bad they replaced it, see how men be? Who's s'posed to teach 'em how how we can be? And how we should When the closest thing they have to a father ain't doin good? And the n***a they s'posed to be calling daddy weak Swear that n***a could take a leap off a fifty foot peak See this is where I tweak... What kind of right I think I got? To claim those babies as my own when I'm as gone as they pops Ghost on an opposite coast… But how unfair is it? I must resort to Skype And this n***a skipping his weekly visits Who gon' teach him how we can be? And how we should? When the closest thing his children have to a father Is my mama, n***a Home for you must be where your hatred is If I ain't know no better, I'd swear you hate your kids Is that right? [Bridge: CE] And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again, home again (2x) [Chorus: CE] AHHHHH I'm packing up my tackle box Tell the world I've gone fishing AHHHHH Got me reaching for my semi-automatic Tell the world I've gone fishing Yea [Refrain 2x] [Verse 2: LeAsha Julius] Fishing for the winter gotta stack it up Hibernation's near time to pack my a** up Stack that a** up, on stacks of nuts Your pleasure point's my favorite joint Take it how you will Tackle box I strap it up Getting ready for my demons is a game of luck Is you ready for the war? Don't f** up I'm a pistol whip and finish fish Kidnap it and get lost Gets no bail, Rick Ross f**ing with the wrong b**h n***a get soft See my rocket is a fireball lift off I'm going hard like Cleo in Set It Off Ahhhhh! n***a you can't shake it off Ahhhh! Taylor she don't hear me though Ahhhhh! f** it I'ma scream some more Ahhhhh! Yippie Kow Yippie Yay Yo Sit back and enjoy the show Yo spliff where the weed at? Gimme some mo' Got my long nose Smith & Wesson Let's Go Over my shoulder my favorite kind of fishing pole Cast away my demons and catch the Holy Ghost My words start to shift into a spiritual It's lyrical, just watch its empirical What you see is what you get It's quizzical [Bridge] [Chorus]