Big K.R.I.T. - Soul Food Lyrics
[Raphael Saadiq]Out here in this world, just tryna make itEverything I see, sometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mindGrandma's hands used to usher Sunday morningsNow before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on itI can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dreamIn this life you live, you're either the dealer or the fiendLeanin' horizontalThe acrobats on the corner, they flipSo when them white vans pull up, shawty, we dipOut of view, could've been a track star at the schoolBut it took the police just to get that. 44 out of youDash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gatesThey keep us in and keep folk out but we don't feel safeAs we used to back when we was in a boosterWatchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' pound-for-pound losers over rib bonesNow I sideways toteHow did Bobby Johnson hold it?Pull the trigger 'til the clip gonePotato tip, no potato saladThat American pie ain't even snappin'Out here in this world, just tryna make itEverything I see, sometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mindAromas on the corner, these the soul, they saySome greens just can't be cleaned and you can't wash out the tasteOf rotten rootsSalted looks and herbsIf it ain't made with love then it ain't fit to serve, I heardSome get bruised and batteredThrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever matteredIt ain't ripe, it ain't rightThat's why most people don't make love no moreThey just f**k and they fightWhat happened to the stay-togethers?Die with you, and that means foreverGrandparents had that kind of bondBut now we on some other s**tNah, we ain't got no rubbers hereI know she creepin' so that ain't my sonApples fall off of trees and roll down hillsWe can't play games no more cause we got billsBack in the day, the yard was oh so filledNow nobody comes around hereOut here in this world, just tryna make itEverything I see, sometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mind[Raphael Saadiq](Never thought it'd be, no soul food on my plateWe gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and prayAnd I)[Big K. Are. I. T.]I still remember, the family partiesThe happy faces, no broken heartsNobody starvin', but all that there is old newsWhat happened to the soul food?Out here in this world, just tryna make itEverything I see, sometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mind
