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soulchef - sentimentally madd lyrics

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
f-ck 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 s-x
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 f-ck
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 att-tude 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 sh-t 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

yeah… 2010 to 2011 and infinity, soulchef, need not
word em up… and we out
fade it out…
fade it out chef…

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