Текст (слова) песни: Blackalicious - 40oz. for Breakfast

 
[Gift of Gab] 
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day 
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway 
let me contemplate my thought something back to a time 
when my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime 
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black 
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo`-oh crack 
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed 
and caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You`re dismissed" 
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed 
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry 
Why go job hunting today? 
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink 
and feel my problems shrink away 
And by now, the rent`s due in two weeks 
But inside my mind that`s just another problem brew can delete 
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door 
and said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don`t live here no more" 
And now I`m ass out; I`m so damn hungry I feel like I`m gonna pass out 
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me 
though I knew he had doubts 
And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with 
I`m so confused I have no control of my life I think I`ll get lit 
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes 
Sippin on that forty ounce that`s leadin me to a path of nowhere 
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say: 
a forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day.. 
 
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day 
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway 
seems like everytime I start I don`t know when it`s time to say when 
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin 
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned 
At a party with some brothers I don`t know I`m chillin in some E&J 
With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down 
and plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down 
I can`t remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium 
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway 
next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat 
Start talkin out my ass I can`t see straight but yet I quote 
and I don`t know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies 
that I used to freestyle with and now I`m askin them to show me 
what they got not thinkin straight I don`t know why I posed the challenge 
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens 
Some shit was said I know I can`t erase and now shit ain`t the same 
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again 
I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend 
and loose them to booze in my system just ain`t how I`m livin 
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels 
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal 
And I really didn`t mean a word I said though I can`t prove that 
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out 
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say 
A forty ounce for.. nah 
A forty ounce for.. fuck!! 
Just one more forty just one more I`ll make this last day 
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day
 

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