Live! from the Kitchen Table

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 (whoa)

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

Live, live, live, live, live (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