In The Cradle
(专辑: Stereo: A Hip-Hop Tribute To Classic Rock - 2008)
I
guess my daddy used to be barber He took lines to the
head and cut so many daughters And left a
trail of little midgets running loose In the
Dixie land of 'Bama where the
baby had no roots A
single wide in the
woods and a
Harley No bill money, no food, no Atari What a
fucking life, good job dad, sorry Baby's in the
cradle, plastic spoon Little boy's blue, black clouds on the
moon My mother must have been a
cute girl A
rebel at school, living in her own world She left behind a
legacy that only speaks bad with Rocks in purses, whooping girls' asses Left home young, left wrong impressions Made bill money in bars and weed runs Took ahold of drugs, what a
life, good job mom Baby's in the
cradle, plastic spoon Little boy's blue, black clouds on the
moon Yep, together they were like the
perfect pair Daddy had the
matchstick, mama had the
flair Flames got lit, shit got burnt The
roof caved in, the
table got turned I
was wounded by the
scene, but pass that salt Make it hurt worse, give me more alcohol Look at me now, good job y'all Now I'm, all grown up Got a
new gun, got a
new truck, you just (Waiting for the
sun) So come home (Waiting for the
sun) I
am home (Waiting for the
sun) When ya coming home? Well I
don't know when I
don't know when Well guess who's back in jail Your mama wanna know if you got money for the
bail Your daddy's in the
county for not paying on support They tagged him with a
fine for not showing up to court Fuck it, here's 500 dollars for him I
did it for my little sister, I
ain't sorry for him Tell that motherfucker I
want it back in the
morning Daddy's in the
county with the
plastic spoon Bail money up, what's he gonna do He'll probably run into another trailer Knock another lady up and leave her laying there He might go to crack another beer He might go to do some blow and shorten out the
dealer I'll probably save him from another bullet From another crystal meth pusher with a
mullet Or I
might load the
gun myself and tell him just to pull it! Pull it! Flowers in fields Of red and blue Dreams of a
hill White clouds too Am I
still here? Tell me the
truth If this dream is real I'll rest in peace off the
roof (jump!) Peace off the
roof (jump!) Peace... (jump!)