Open Mike Eagle - Breezeway Ritual lyrics

Ghetto in the way I drink Uncle, uncle, my ship sank Ghetto in the way I think Hide my troubles, my sh** don’t stink Ghetto in the way I move Watch me groove, Imma sing my blues Ghetto in the way I talk My auntie still give God the glory Shot by the book depository Never heard one of grandfather’s stories Permanent sadness, constant mourning 22 grandkids, one apartment Turn the stove on cause we done with darkness Social workers don’t want sons with fathers When they visit, people bite they tongue the hardest Magnet programs, baccalaureate Illinois, Texas, Californian Half a hand drum, half accordian Eagle, phoenix, dragon, scorpion Native American, Merovingian Made of black bones and rare obsidian 10 feet tall, not scared of any men Might blow up but will not go flat They do not know jack They try to ask the kettle why the pot so black Maybe little in the middle but I got yo back Secret buried in america Wrote it all down just to tear it up What if there’s a god but it’s scared of us? What if there’s a god but it’s scared of us? So they pairing up They just sit there and stare at us What if there’s a god but they scared of us? What if there’s a god but they scared of us? My mama’s nose My daddy’s eyes Accent that I Don’t recognize I’m extra fly I’m extra big And I did everything that I must’ve did And I’m just a kid And I’m hella old I collect my blood in a Jello mold And forever fold To the nth dimension Too cool Too cool In school suspension Late for work Cause I stayed awake I didn’t go to church But they made a plate We don’t say a word When they debate Or whether god exists Or whether Masons pray to an obelisk Cause I got the gist The unlocked abyss Of where the knowledge is I seen the angles How they complement Subatomic particles do not commit, come on Ghetto in the way I drink Uncle, uncle, my ship sank Ghetto in the way I think Hide my troubles my sh** don’t stink Ghetto in the way I talk