Sentimentally Madd - Soulchef

What up Chef

Alright real quick

It goes, it goes

I got a broken back, a broken foot

Broken arm, broken thumbs

But I need to carry on

Ripped flesh, broken bones

In debt, but not a broken home

Broken boombox, but not a broken flow

Out of the boondocks, I elevate to elevate minds

While the streets steady devastate

Crimes at this all-time high

Fuck yo pie chart number

Rest where the city slumber

Hold breath and let the committee wonder

If you can make it home for supper

Hidin in the open dumpster…

Hey cracklady, who you talkin to?

there’s no one there

Oh i get you’re talkin' to the air, hey cracklady will you breed a crackbaby,

have you been inside the shelter lately

Oh I see now, they’re closing the doors now

Because you can’t afford, because they can’t fit anymore…

She’s sentimentally madd

We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had

Situations get bad

We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad

Sentimentally madd

We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had

Situations get bad

We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad

Stressed out, pressed up against the wall

Breathing harder, scheming hard for solutions

Brain on pause, no movement

Head the jokes, i’ve designed for a preda folks that play tapes

Until the speakers broke, promote youth out of the joke of the

Nonsense applying the yolk squeezing the hope

But who want me to lecture, this is considered conjecture

Ain’t no mentoring them when they don’t listen anymore

Strip they’re freedom of though, ripped from the clutches

Motivated by liquor and dutchess, cars, women

Blings, guns, material things

Yo, we could speak for days upon the subject

No school, no respect, drive around on patrol for sex

No rules apply if you pose a threat

Hard of hearing and walk around fearing man with a weapon in hand

They sentimentally madd

Sentimentally madd

We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had

Situations get bad

We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad

Sentimentally madd

We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had

Situations get bad

We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad

Young fellas got a bad habbit

Addicted to the money stacking up, little suckers bad as fuck

Don’t let them fool, they never go to school, few favors

Never choose to meet new strangers

A backpack full off woo bang ups, with true anger and attitude rude playa,

straight slay you for your sneakers, sell em for a cell phone feature,

sippin on a liter, colt 45, same odds, anything to make the tide move better,

learing from the elders, trough action and not speaking, son peaking in sponge

soaking up whats been seeping

Heathens breed heathens, they got a chip upon they shoulder

I got boulders brake down the shit they sold ya, the stress got me feeling

tight around the chest, didn’t know if there was any other left

Yo i’m sentimentally madd

Sentimentally madd

We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had

Situations get bad

We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad

Sentimentally madd

We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had

Situations get bad

We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad

Yeah… 2010 to 2011 and infinity, Soulchef, Need Not

Word em up… and we out

Fade it out…

Fade it out Chef…