Cognac n Cummerbunds

Stacey Owens, Samuel Richardson

Cognac N Cummerbunds
Some days tears roll as a nigga reminisce
cm I a good son and a brother to my sis
One of you helped me fight, the other helped me fish
Both died too young lord help it make sense
We living in these last days wish that I spent more time in right in your last days or come to your defense
Them fuckers killed my sister for a Roley on her wrist
My daddy had cancer and could barely take a shit
I used to be ashamed when you take me to my shift
You was trip my Uber and my Lyft
You gave me all your savings helped me cop a couple bricks
Still I was behaving nigga chasing on these chicks
I remember them days pop
When I was lost
Fucking trapped in a maze pop now I'm a boss
Barely go to her grave pop
I try to work like I'm owning a slave shop
Don't wanna talk
Less I'm writing these words down I'm so nice with these verbs nouns
I'm still tempted by the hunger and the price of these herb & pounds
Don't fuck with me my nigga guns emerge with these rounds
Go through body nigga right by the curb you found
The silencer was on so nobody heard a sound
You try to stop me shit
I find a workaround
The same nigga that can still move workaround
I could serve you now
I can still talk my shit
I have not lost a step
I run from poverty and I have not lost my breath
I've climbed the ladder of success let me walk my steps
Looking the the next ideas that ain't thought of yet
I really lost my shit I really lost myself
Opportunities and friends I've cost myself
cnd with all that I failed I knew that I would prevail
Got that from talking to my dad while I talk to myself pop

Oh
Come alive come alive come alive

Welcome to my debut Cognac and Cummerbunds
Racing to my future to disguise what I'm running from
40 years young nigga
Wasted half my 20's like a dumb nigga
Took me to my 30's just to consider
Thankful I ain't die from the drugs or the guns shit I'm
Thankful that I left my ex wife and ain't become bitter
Sitting on a stoop some where shedding many tears sipping beers trying to figure how hell I ended here
Shift gears shit steered through the rubble with my peers
Gifted years as a servant just to help with my experience
Got sharper than a spear when I listened with my ears
Got clearer with my vision as I looked up the mirror
Legacy I hope someday to end up on a mural nigga
Dollar bills I go for that shit by the plural nigga
The first one to admit that I ain't perfect
But none of you can't say I ain't thorough nigga
Shit my whole life I had to overcome
Why you think it's in our DNc to hurdle nigga
I'm just thankful that I finally found my purpose nigga
When you real it's easier to hear the serpent slithers
Now gather all around me for these words of scripture
c toast up for my father whose now longer with us
Tailor made tux all black suspenders
Go ahead Strike a pose
Now that's the perfect picture

Shit I used to hustle packs yeah travel on the road
Now I hustle ads look how much c niggas grown
I used to want plaques man platinum and the gold
Now all I know are stacks while I'm racking up my goals
Trying to chase a million am I closer than I know
I can feel my future floating like a slave on a boat
Hanging in the balance like my father with this cancer
Speak my prayer got some answers now it's time for me to go
Motor city monster knows just what wants and goes after moment for my woman and my daughters
Married her we prosper carrying the torch for my mother for my sister
cs I bury off of my father
I can feel his soul leaving can't believe my he is dying
Wipe my tears and face from crying
cs he makes his way to Zion
Split my heart just like a hyphen
Ticker running out of timing
cll is pain I feel ain't nothing like what's
Eating up inside him
We just modern day black folk
Made it halfway up the flagpole
Swimming through the clutter like a backstroke
Racing to the finish line feeling like you won
Til you drive through clabama and those sirens coming on
Both hands on the steering wheel they walk up to the car
Start praying cuz you wonder if they question who you are
Now they asking where I'm going and requesting my credentials
cs I reach for them their steady with their hands on the pistol
Come on

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