Live! from the Kitchen Table

Lyrics for Live! from the Kitchen Table

From the timeline where niggas don't die The skyline just takes back our fables Reporting to you, live, sitting at Carrie Mae's kitchen table With my right hand placed on rifle, left hand gesturing 'bout some fables To a child who don't yet understand I pray one day she able, from the table where Doin' hair is still a crusade, and what's the point? When they pop lil' boy where his fingers stick his pomade, I seen it Should've took a route less scenic, but when you don't see sun often Warmth is something got you fiending, I'ma Live, live, live, live, live (whoa) Live from my mama's kitchen table Where she pulls heartbreak to her chest And folds up cards to keep legs stable Where the currency for meals is often the laugh that that's exchanged in I ain't seen you in a minute, so sorry, tears blurring your frame Our line different, nothing missin' You ain't call, but we ain't trippin', come in Still remember the seatin', treat the home just like the heart Keep it warm and always beatin', it's a- Live, live, live, live, live I'm not the one I'm not the one I'm not the one I'm not the one Live, live, live, live, live (nothing more ironic than bottle popping) When kin is breathing through a tube Almost chalked the function when I got the news How hypocritical would it be Feeling guilt 'bout the lack of connection And using that very reason to distance myself from blessings? So go shawty, uh, it's ya birthday Even on his worst days, giveth and he taketh Either way, I gots to see it through Early memories of you, metal detectors Pops staring off into space 'cause his mental contested Years later, barging in, said your sentence was lowered What should have been tears of joy seemed like an awkward moment What should have been constant love was just the same as all else Saw you occasionally, the same amount as it was in jail So when I got that text message, as I sprayed my cologne What should have been tears of pain was just staring at phone Nobody knew the next step, I had to step up Funny how the pain of my lover had taught me lessons Damn, so I write this before my visit, that's if I can even visit It's different, usually the elders talk and I listen Won't be sure how to respond to his lack of response Lack of that kitchen table, slowly taking me away from mines Oh, I'm not the one I'm not the one Live, live, live, live, live I'm not the one I'm not the one Oh, I'm not the one I'm not the one, yeah