[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
