Basalonius Funk
Intro
Mr. Sweet. Belated happy birthday youngster
That’s about it
Bas wizzle
Verse
Man I feel you Bret
Should have been born in a chalk outline
I got so much trouble on my mind
A public enemy
The day my birth certificate was signed
Living life confined to a guide line of rules on scrupulous
School of hard knocks has never been pupilous
You wanna talk heart ache? Heart break?
Since we dealin with real talk, I’ll talk about the family I hate
And the mother I can’t wait
For an over due fate
And how I’m a 40 year old black man with all this shit on my plate
Suppose this song might scrape thе surface
To elevatе one’s mind state circumstances and purpose
But wait…..
Seems that I deviated from the topic at hand
I’m life everyday like Ponzi scheme
Fucked off from a 401K plan
Executive
I know the world is against me just never thought it fam
Damn
My uncle was a man who built his home literally and actually with his hands
He worked graveyard shift because he truly loved his fam
So all the kids at one point stayed with him and my aunt
But when it came to me I was the nga she never truly want
I was six years old in age
A youngster in rage
Expelled from the school district
Socked the teacher in her rib cage
Phone call was made
To have me removed from mom
I came home was given my belongings then told
Nga…..get the fuck on
Took in by this uncle
So began the kinship friendship for two and half years my aunt was where this would end with
Her and her daughter despised a nga a lot
I was scared
I’d go to sleep each night
I’d hear them bitches plot
Psychological warfare
I’m placed in place where every day these women were trying to literally erase
A nga of the face of this planet
I’m telling ya straight!
I was fucked from the gate!
The irony of this tale
Has a twist of fate
Sit back chill…….maybe you’d relate
I been gone for four years
Now this uncle lost weight
Due to his pancreatic cancer state
I accompanied to him when he received the official prognosis
Told about the seven months he had to live
Tear drops from eyes, I take notice
The disease did him in ferocious
I was his personal care giver when no one else was there to give the
The baths that he needed or clean his urine from him
He barely had strength to stand
He knew his end was coming
So these women were there to watch as I proceeded to put talk to action
With compassion
As each breath he breathed he was graspin
Gaspin
Tragic ain’t it
And these women couldn’t imagine that this would happen
After doing me so wrong
That now I’m the only one that it could truly be counted on
Intro
Mr. Sweet. Belated happy birthday youngster
That’s about it
Bas wizzle
Verse
Man I feel you Bret
Should have been born in a chalk outline
I got so much trouble on my mind
A public enemy
The day my birth certificate was signed
Living life confined to a guide line of rules on scrupulous
School of hard knocks has never been pupilous
You wanna talk heart ache? Heart break?
Since we dealin with real talk, I’ll talk about the family I hate
And the mother I can’t wait
For an over due fate
And how I’m a 40 year old black man with all this shit on my plate
Suppose this song might scrape thе surface
To elevatе one’s mind state circumstances and purpose
But wait…..
Seems that I deviated from the topic at hand
I’m life everyday like Ponzi scheme
Fucked off from a 401K plan
Executive
I know the world is against me just never thought it fam
Damn
My uncle was a man who built his home literally and actually with his hands
He worked graveyard shift because he truly loved his fam
So all the kids at one point stayed with him and my aunt
But when it came to me I was the nga she never truly want
I was six years old in age
A youngster in rage
Expelled from the school district
Socked the teacher in her rib cage
Phone call was made
To have me removed from mom
I came home was given my belongings then told
Nga…..get the fuck on
Took in by this uncle
So began the kinship friendship for two and half years my aunt was where this would end with
Her and her daughter despised a nga a lot
I was scared
I’d go to sleep each night
I’d hear them bitches plot
Psychological warfare
I’m placed in place where every day these women were trying to literally erase
A nga of the face of this planet
I’m telling ya straight!
I was fucked from the gate!
The irony of this tale
Has a twist of fate
Sit back chill…….maybe you’d relate
I been gone for four years
Now this uncle lost weight
Due to his pancreatic cancer state
I accompanied to him when he received the official prognosis
Told about the seven months he had to live
Tear drops from eyes, I take notice
The disease did him in ferocious
I was his personal care giver when no one else was there to give the
The baths that he needed or clean his urine from him
He barely had strength to stand
He knew his end was coming
So these women were there to watch as I proceeded to put talk to action
With compassion
As each breath he breathed he was graspin
Gaspin
Tragic ain’t it
And these women couldn’t imagine that this would happen
After doing me so wrong
That now I’m the only one that it could truly be counted on
( Mr. Sweet )
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