Al Green melodies for times that we need hope
Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table
Broken down caddies
Parked on the side, ‘til they repo
70’s men with vices,
Heavily pay the prices
Karma or surprise?
Bullets flood, rifle reloads
My grand daddy saw his daddy’s
Blood leak from 3 holes
My daddy’s daddy rolled like a stone
Denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G-O-D though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson jacking Tito
Imagine the Jackson 5 without a father
Gary Indiana, just outside Chicago
King of Pop maybe would
Never have seen his tomorrow
It was a belt that made the difference
Between hits and album flops
And being the toughest act follow
Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo
The apollo’s just begun
First generation of a tongue that’ll live forever
May the vices of my lineage live on drums
When life gives you hot grits
Sing ‘til you see hope
Can’t run from genetics,
Only hope to be the revolt
Fast cash and women with men with strong libido
Curses tamed by elderly hands
But will they be broke?
My DNA is stitched, no Lilo
I’m in a fetal position to have an itch
For gambling in casinos
Man handling women,
We know the usual accustoms
Of growing up negro
70’s men with vices,
Heavily pay the prices

If I was a drunk would you hold me baby
If I was a gambling man would you hold me baby
If I was abusive would you hold me baby
Would you be a fool and hold me baby
Hold me, baby
Hold me, baby
Hold me, baby

Fort Stewart
Stationed in Georgia
Pops was searching for structure
On the last leg of his militant journey
Married my mother
Had some babies
Mobile houses and faith
Country, the the culture
Took his family, flew to Cali
Apartment buildings and oceans
1999, brought forth a baby
And named him Jordan
I embodied every family gene
Seventies aura
Will I inherit their vices
Will I pay off their prices
From a Watts bloodline
Where a daddy’s presence is priceless
From a Georgia bloodline
That says don’t abuse a fix, use the script
Crucifix, we’re newly born through his slits
Mama’s daddy was a dice roller
Vices of a southern man
Suited, booted, eye beholder
Charm like Chamberlain
One foot in, one out of the chamber lands
Gave his life to God on his death bed
Praying hands
Hold me father
I’m a 70’s soul with vices
Heavily paying prices
Generational crisis

You are the generation
That rules through the sins of the past
Who will remove all the bad

If I was a drunk would you
If I was a gambling, a gambling man
Said, would you hold me baby
Baby, baby, baby
If I was abusive
Would you be a fool and hold me baby, baby
Would you hold me baby
Hold me baby, baby, baby

If I was a drunk, baby
Said, If I was a gambling, a gambling man
Would you hold me baby
If I was abusive, oh
Would you be a fool and hold me baby
Baby, baby, baby
Hold me baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

If I was a drunk
If I was a gambling man
Would you hold me baby
If I was abusive
Would you be a fool and hold me baby

If I was a drunk,
Hold me baby
If I was a gambling man
Would you hold me baby
If I was abusive
Hold me baby
Would you be a fool and hold me baby

Hold me baby