[Gift of Gab]A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through
the dayI guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anywaylet me
contemplate my thought something back to a timewhen my fridge
was full of booze but in my pocket not one dimeI remember back
on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark BlackI would start
the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crackI went to
work blitzed, so eventually I got dissedand caught a shocker
when my supervisor said "You'redismissed"Now as I stare at
my last check now my mind is stressed anddepressedI spell relief
S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less theworryWhy go job
hunting today?When I can sit back and smoke this sack and
drinkand feel my problems shrink awayAnd by now, the rent's
due in two weeksBut inside my mind that's just another
problem brew can deleteI got evicted, to the point where the
court martial came to mydoorand said, "Get this kid: get your
bags and split you don'tlive here no more"And now I'm
ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonnapass
outI asked my brother for a handout and he hooked methough I
knew he had doubtsAnd rightfully so, cause I had new shit to
deal withI'm so confused I have no control of my life I
think I'll getlitSo as my problems compile, I steady smile,
oh yesSippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path
of nowhereSo as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:a
forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..A forty
ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the dayI guess I
shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anywayseems like everytime I
start I don't know when it's time to saywhenNow my
mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavinCoolin
with my boys, no names need to be mentionedAt a party with some
brothers I don't know I'm chillin in someE&JWith a
forty O-Z to wash the shit downand plus a lot of marijuana now I
need to sit downI can't remember the last time I was this
blew out of my craniumMy ears and head begin to hum aloud as the
room spun; anywaynext thing I know I blacked out woke up with
vomit all over mycoatStart talkin out my ass I can't see
straight but yet I quoteand I don't know what came over me,
I started dissin both myhomiesthat I used to freestyle with and
now I'm askin them to show mewhat they got not thinkin
straight I don't know why I posed thechallengeNow my ego is
erupting as if I was Mt. Saint HelensSome shit was said I know I
can't erase and now shit ain't thesameI wish I had
just one more chance to live that day againI strain; cause this
bid was to find a true friendand loose them to booze in my
system just ain't how I'm livinNothin I could really
say to mend up how someone else feelsAnd so I guess I gotta wait
and see if maybe the wounds willhealAnd I really didn't mean
a word I said though I can't prove thatNow the only thing
that I can really say is I went outAnd out I went and now and
then I get irate and sayA forty ounce for.. nahA forty ounce
for.. fuck!!Just one more forty just one more I'll make
this last dayA forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the
day
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