Cable - Jeremiah Jae

Magic moments, so close you can touch it

She want her name in them bright lights, at the opening

Looking down, in touch with the bottom

So many problems coming up to be young and hopeless

To pull up in the focus.

Took his mama whip

Came back in a coffin.

Dean’s last trip

Now Hollywood smokie, the phantom on the move

The ghost in the rear mirror looking back at you

Whose dude, played in catch-22, trying make it out the life onto the movie shoot

Props where props is due, thought rich life was popping to soon

Popped out the womb, with the silver spoon

Feet gone, steady running til the street gone

Black and motivated, as seen on tv, dog

Rare sight, especially the nigga’s skin tone

Prone to get it in, but so dark they couldn’t see

Imagine that, and my nigga pitch-black like the screen off the 24 inch flat

screen

Beam, It’s either struggle or ball.

Why you think so many brothers joined the

league for?

It’s like we got the same mother

So what now, when they turn the lights down and the world fades out?

What now, when they turn the lights down and you still ain’t get it?

You say you did, but did you really?

No

You’re so committed, your favorite tv shows

You’re like a page in it, ain’t never read it though

Just like the drama, and all the happy endings so…

What now when they turn the lights down and the world fades out?

What now when they turn the lights down and you still ain’t get it?

What now when they turn the lights down and the world fades out?

What now when they turn the lights down and you still ain’t get it?