My mother said
Before you eat take your hat off
Tryna live by words
Humbly blast off
Always finish my plate
She would say
If I do, tomorrow won't bring rain
Really thats all
I ain't here for the mystery in me
Don't wanna miss a beat
I've been living on the cusp
Skipping lunch, getting drunk, getting sober
My hunger like a lover that I'm about to get over
See the carpet wasn't red when I got here
Blood burgundy by the time I'm up out here
On the grind on a diner chair
All my chicken hands are free range
My side dish - MCP brains
I've been cutting strings like I'm opening bridges
But I burn them all like I ain't got a coat in the winter
Lights out in the kitchen while I whip this sh** up
Didn't see much until I opened the fridge up
You see all that hunting and gathering
Ain't worth a damn if I don't run with the fam
What's the use of moving up in the food chain
If I don't make moves with the game for our mutual gain
I ain't claim to invented the soup bowl (?)
Just fill your mind with something beautiful
My mom said sit your a** down the food is getting cold
If you wanna grow baby you gotta chew slow