La Botella

I break bread over break beats

We make ends meet, with paychecks that only seem to last the week

I'll take half the blame for not saving enough

Instead of investing, digesting escape inside of a cup

My brother with the Asian flush painted on his grills

See another (?) sucker punch him over old girl(?)

Somebody's in the comfort room, eating with old Earl

Hurling chunks of dinner in the middle of the swirl

That's the price you pay to kick it with the liquor

To act a fool, talk shit, and blame it on our lack of inhibition

I'm drinking my last glass of spirits for a minute

The battle with the bottle and the bottle is winning

So liquor please, strategically abuses the weapon

And used by the natives making way for the settlement

Arrested the development of working class citizens

Capacity to fight back is limited

And frustrated men take it out upon their wife and little children

Seen it first hand in the building that we lived in

And chances is the kids will grow up to drink the pain away

Some will walk away from it all and be ok

But some will fall hard in a mad different way

In a future on the block in the middle of the day

With a tall can wrapped in a brown paper bag

It's a tragic ass story ya'll

It's the bottle

The bottle...

(Cut and scratched sample from Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest)

Lord forgive me, the Hennessy got me not knowing how to act

We grown folks, some of us graduated from college

Still unemployed and still ballin' on a budget

Pitching in a couple dollars for a gallon of some Rossi

Fuck a bartender, that shit is going to cost, g

And that's the routine almost every other day

Ain't trying to see my comrades, buried in a grave

So why it got to be so hard to take your car keys away?

And why my man wake up in his car the next day?

I kill a pack of Newports in one night

Intoxicated gun fight outside of the club

Delayed reaction might lead to your accidental assassination

No time for hesitation or waiting

I'm making an amendment to my rules and regulations

To suckle on the hard a., the boones, the booze, inebriation

It's the same way the rapists made them drink so they can take it

It's how the colonizer fucked the natives for their paper

And made the free slaves wear invisible shackles

You ain't invincible, You're just belligerent, asshole

Calm the fuck down before you catch a beat down

The next round is on me, I'll put some rocks in you're Crown

Get aquainted with the street

Taste the asphault and see this

Shit it ain't sweet, got laced with the beat

That remind me of the solitary trip to the bar

Hear we are, it's just me and the bottle y'all

The bottle...

(Cut and scratched sample from Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest)

Lord forgive me, the Hennessy got me not knowing how to act

Im fallin' and i cant turn back