Saba - Black Alabaster lyrics

[Hook] Carved into stone That we make it known Keep your cameras on cause tonight it's goin' be one of those Carved into stone That we make it known Keep your cameras on cause tonight it's goin' be one of those Mother Nature, Father Time, Son of Mary Feet so tired, Father God, can you spare me? Meanwhile, I'm flicking ashes on the city New memories flicking ashes on the city hope you hear me [Verse 1: XVRHLDY] Rollercoasting is the theme, I'm parked and smoking Stolen doughnuts, gave 'em to the homeless Am I bogus? Zay the one I ain't for none and you can quote it Ain't for none b**h, ain't for none b**h you can quote it Awfully often it seem The men with the pigment will end In a casket or prison, asking what is it Cash in your face, you make drastic decisions Masking the feeling, as we Joyride to the rhythms of the moon Leave your bitter friend at home If she gotta attitude Soul is sore, my soul is sore Known to score, prone to score What you think I'm chosen for, chosen for? The n***a then gone overboard, I'm overboard And picking apart social norms To the rhythms of the moon Leave that bitter b**h at home If she gotta attitude Pull the wrong card, still gotta play that Trynna go fish but I gotta find a match Offer 'em a deal but I couldn't sign that Cause a n***a worth more than a few hundred stacks Where you at? Don't get caught in the lights You get caught at the light Then you're left at the light Make a left at the light Make a left when it's right I'm prepared for the lights, I'm the man f** with me baby [Verse 2: Saba] Hardships of a n***a livin' in the city They shot Shorty up and left him like he 50 Mean muggin' never smilin' never slippin' See the cup is half full, it's never empty Hope you hear me We was dreaming of a peanut bu*ter cream colored Cutla** Crop the lames out the pictures, see my pain n***as suffering My n***a got a drum like a bucket boy Around the street, he a track star And he be gettin' stoned since his pop left Black Alabaster I was blessed to be out But they still tried to bless me in 25 cents juice bottle in the Schwinn We all been real since then With the Cool Kids like 10 now Can someone tell my side of the story 'bout this side of town It's a sigh of relief if you make it out You a**igned to the street when your mixtape out Raise me around with the ratio when you makin' it out There's not so much in your favor Things ain't been the same since my brother got raided His evidence tainted, the picture unpainted Pica**o the way the block got My mom got a bottle, that's why I don't sip I learned as a toddler like Rallo done followed my calling They had the whole colony out on the ship [Hook] [Verse 3: Noname Gypsy] Black comin' back like we best in the season Your reason to turn up Writin' my raps on the paper The tree so clean when I burn up back in the woods Should've been, could've been free like Harriet The chariot underground, raps so underground Caught the Holy Ghost, holy smokes, 6 feet Under the metaphor, Eleanor lookin' like a raven in night Edgar Allen Poe on the page when I write Or maybe that was Martin Luther King for the people Music black, but the money not equal Sick of disparity All of the charity we already gave, you done sold Sold you to jazz, and the clothes and the lights And the Nikes And the rights to the songs that we like Money so green, every n***a on the scene wanna be Kermit Like n***a let me sip my tea, smoke my weed, write my song [Hook]