Live! from the Kitchen Table

Live! from the Kitchen Table - McKinley Dixon/Ghais Guevara

Lyrics by：McKinley Dixon/Ghais Guevara

Composed by：Sam Koff/McKinley Dixon/Ghais Guevara

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

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

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