Keter sent me this beat a long time ago, back when it was entitled "Keter Is Stephen Religious?" as either Nick Sweepah or Aux One had asked the Rod Laver enthusiast that very question. When I first heard the track, I didn't feel it. After I told Keter I didn't think I could work the beat, it floated around. About a year later, I had an idea and ended up asking Keter if it was still available. Ever since RDB, I've wanted to make a song about mom and this is as close as I'll get.
lyrics
A vivid blend of Francis Ford Copolla's lens
and the ink from my promotional disposable pens
I lost count of all the scrap paper scribbled on and tossed out
from bitter bonds, I spit it strong on songs to quash doubt
dues paid, contagious crusades of worth
a solitary ivory tower sat rapping a verse
somewhere after his birth, the final passing calls
molitov cocktails for the plastic dolls
placid thralls with a death mask for the set backs
I did what i could with what I had, won't regret that
let it be stressed stat with box scores or your tools selected
I'm almost done with the game, considering rules are wretched
let the little league fools overrun the courts and have the prizes
it's hard to fight the passive tripping on a path that's righteous
whatever tidbits appetize become the trap for flies
45 bent truth, five blank and half are lies
Hoping to be somewhere closer to home
Tear stained cheeks, a melancholy one soaked to the bone
Prone to grope for the phone when life was a bit much
But in front of sons it was upper lip zipped up
Spon said, pretty packages help to sell garbage
we want success stories just to see who fell hardest
make us feel better, we won't exhibit any effort
first comes success then comes a trendy leper
sitting on the sideline, watching fangs sharpen
TV dinner sweepstake winner slang sargeant
hunger pangs harden resolve, start to embark on new tracks
the once fly hanglide, hoping to swoop back
the noose catches cats wracked with goosebumps for new chumps
stardom fleeting...stars do stunts the truth runs
scar collectors move funds making their pain a public matter
all in the name of pride while their chests puff and shatter
zooming up the ladder, the next incidental
pimps and winsome instrumental spins tend to rinse the gentle
expecting their share whenever the earth's inherited
in all fairness, they weren't told that it was perilious
Hoping to be somewhere closer to home
Tear stained cheeks, a melancholy one soaked to the bone
Prone to grope for the phone when life was a bit much
But in front of sons it was upper lip zipped up
life-I was taught to live it by a brave woman with two kids who moved overseas
the eldest was barely a teen
Preparing her team to move forth and follow their dreams
Wherever they’d lie, now my brother’s in Oregon and I
Call Fort Wayne home in damn near every song
Cause when you’re following your heart you can never be wrong
She suggested when I can’t make that decision
To consider the weight of regret and I listened
The man she loved died twenty years ago
But they share sons who carry on the legacy that’s clear so
They do what they can in different states
It seems Time has now Hidden the aches
1948, the year she was born
Now she sees my brother and I are clear of the storm
SDSB appears in her form
The initials of a mother I see but still miss
Hoping to be somewhere closer to home
Tear stained cheeks, a melancholy one soaked to the bone
Prone to grope for the phone when life was a bit much
But in front of sons it was upper lip zipped up
I’d get embarrassed when she was dancing to her 45s
Coming home from school, getting mortified
She was having fun in the way that she knew how
Cats in the cradle, breaking new ground
The day I learned she didn’t have every answer
Was devastating, she was invincible, the dancer
she was strong so the outside couldn’t hurt us
Watching every cent spent, on every purchase
Hoping to be somewhere closer to home
Tear stained cheeks, a melancholy one soaked to the bone
Prone to grope for the phone when life was a bit much
But in front of sons it was upper lip zipped up
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
