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joell ortiz - uncle chris car lyrics

[intro]
oh, oh, oh, oh
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[verse]
imagine a world full of no colors
just sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers
unconditionally loving one another
under the lord’s watchful eye we occupy the third rock in the sky
93,000,000 miles away from where lava can fry
my momma in labor on the 4th, the hottest july
48 hours later, they heard a marvelous cry
rattling my tonsils i’m staring at who’s responsible for smacking me on the ass, get a pass we in the hospital
fresh out the womb, scour the room, a new flower just bloomed
my momma tells me, you was ‘posed to come out me in june
a gentleman standing over me says, “h+llo there
i delivered you” i look back at him thinking, “oh yeah”
ok so where do we go from here, i’m hoping nowhere
cause everyone’s so happy in here and they make it so clear
if this is life then i love it i turned my screaming up
the doc says i’ll bring him right back, let me go clean him up
they wipe off all the discharge
hand me to my momma say we writing up the discharge
24 hours later we in my uncle chris car
made a left into the projects and a life of being p+ss poor
onesies sliding up and down the hallway on the sixth floor
note in my hand, borrowing cooking oil from miss moore
kicking on the witch door
jumping down a flight of stairs, clearing the syringes
luckily i was dope enough to miss them sh+ts by inches
moms in front the building getting splinters on the benches
while the hustlers made a k!lling doing dealings near the entrance
survival in the trenches, detectives in them trenches
showing pictures of the people i would grow up to be friends with
by the time i turned 1+6, i respected a gun kick
emptied out this one clip in bushwick, on some dumb sh+t
saw that crack money, immediately started selling
bought some grams on kosciusko in ’97
biggie in my headphones, absolute in my cup
yeah, i still wrote rhymes, but hit the studio for what?
only bass i care about’s the one the feens blew up
where y’all said that booth was? little n+gga i boof drugs
i was living that sh+t day and night
moms like don’t throw away ya life but this my way of life
plus if god really wanted me to get far
then why my uncle chris car go left, he shoulda made a right

- joell ortiz lyrics

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