Sabzi - His Eminence lyrics

[RA Scion] Politickin' with the big boys… prince of eminence Small town royalty… salute the procession Jimmy had a six-string, Jimmy had a drum Jimmy had a six-pack, Jimmy had a gun Jimmy had a problem and Jimmy had to run And since, I've resented that Jimmy ever had a son Where you been, Jimmy? You know a lotta things changed after you left On who rests blame? We're all clueless Effects of undue stress caused a few to lose breath And question, ‘after you, who's next?' The true test of how strong the bond's tied Comes right around the time the patriarch dies How many McKinney's left? You can count ‘em on one hand Your legacy's as petty as you - understand? It's a cold world & I've seen a grip of cats freeze At times you had me thinking I'm sick with that disease Contemplating my fate, .38 ways to face it Put the metal in my mouth at nineteen, just to taste it The flavor of black powder requires an acquired palette Look at me preaching to the choir about it, I doubt it Ever even crossed your mind, trying to shoulder The weight of raisin' a daughter demands a harder spine Stunned, shocked, what one shot could do to the fam The bough breaks, nowadays I call your mother ‘Ruthann' She hardly know me, slowly we drifted through the breeze Recently I visited to introduce my seed Trouble breathin', oxygen helps mask the wheezing Ashtray in the kitchen overflowing with the reason ‘Them's johnny's.' he pa**ed through when we was leaving Looking like he seen a ghost in my frame - he started weeping We talked for hours; told him ‘you gotta let go.' Imagine in twenty years how many others said so I can't connect with him, so I stop - he's not ready Lost touch with reality plus Josh and Debbie It's a heavy burden, struggles to find steady work And he hasn't played the drums since y'all was last rehearsing I heard your moms gave him the house, it caused conflict With Cheryl and Becky especially when he lost it It's pitiful, your little brother is literally Trapped in a void and that bad choice was pivotal Damn, you got him stuck in a rut, I'm singing ‘Johnny was a good man…' but you f**ed that up Ayo it's complicated commiserating with the complacent The blank stare on his face remains vacant What a disgrace, he wastes every day he lives And i still can't decide if that's your fault or his…”