Soul Food - Big K.R.I.T., Raphael Saadiq

What happened to the soul food?

What happened to the soul food?

I’m talkin' good eatin', good seasonin'

Out here in this world, just tryna make it

Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it

But damn I really miss those times

That soul food’s on my mind

Mind, mind, mind

Grandma’s hands used to usher Sunday mornings

Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I’m on it

I can’t slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream

In this life you live, you’re either the dealer or the fiend

Leanin' horizontal

The acrobats on the corner, they flip

So when them white vans pull up, shawty, we dip

Out of view, could’ve been a track star at the school

But it took the police just to get that .44 out of you

Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates

They keep us in and keep folk out but we don’t feel safe

As we used to back when we was in a booster

Watchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' pound-for-pound bruisers

Over rib bones

Now I sideways tote

How did Bobby Johnson hold it?

Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone

Potato tip, no potato salad

That American pie ain’t even snappin'

Out here in this world, just tryna make it

Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it

But damn I really miss those times

That soul food’s on my mind

Mind, mind, mind

Aromas on the corner, these the soul, they say

Some greens just can’t be cleaned and you can’t wash out the taste

Of rotten roots

Salted looks and herbs

If it ain’t made with love then it ain’t fit to serve, I heard

Some get bruised and battered

Thrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever mattered

It ain’t ripe, it ain’t right

That’s why most people don’t make love no more

They just fuck and they fight

What happened to the stay-togethers?

Yeah, I’m with you and that means forever

Grandparents had that kind of bond

But now we on some other shit

Nah, we ain’t got no rubbers here

I know she creepin' so that ain’t my son

Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills

We can’t play games no more cause we got bills

Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled

Now nobody comes around here

Out here in this world, just tryna make it

Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it

But damn I really miss those times

That soul food’s on my mind

Mind, mind, mind

(Never thought it’d be, no soul food on my plate

We gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and pray

And I)

I still remember, the family parties

The happy faces, no broken hearts

Nobody starvin', but all that there is old news

What happened to the soul food?

Out here in this world, just tryna make it

Everything I see, sometimes I can’t take it

But damn I really miss those times

That soul food’s on my mind

Mind, mind, mind