Chuck has no home he lost it all in the stocks game,
The wolves picked him clean because he was the Flock’s lame,
It’s just past Christmas, accounts are drained,
And just to screw with him, his work bounced his pay,
His suit and tie aren’t credible around the way,
Still he’s thinking about copping an ounce of yay,
He wasn’t always rich and driving baby-blue cars,
He got his start in business with a baby-food jar,
Turning china white hard, chopping bricks to chunks,
So with any luck, Chuck will have this fixed in months,
But the streets ain’t the same as the days he came up,
Somebody’s always mad that you’re getting your bucks,
Robbery turned homicide, Chuck’s luck’s run out,
Some Fuck done squeezed, took his wife and his son out,
Now all Chuck does is just sit in the dark,
Contemplating suicide, Death wish in his heart.
If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real,
One also must assume, that Mary has to eat meals,
So theoretically, let’s say there’s no crops,
I’d have to say that Mary’s gonna eat some Lamb-chops,
I think she’d make a nice white wool coat,
Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat,
Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die,
Mary’s only human, Mary’s gotta eat to survive.
The dudes who bucked Chuck’s son, are grimy cats,
Known murderers, who’d kill you, for tiny cash,
With their Mindless asses, trying to snatch everything around,
Nobody’s safe from filling holes in the ground,
Pushing old people down, just to snatch their wallets,
Brains bollixed, drug fiend alcoholics,
Names Mark and Jerome, sons of a whore,
Daddy was a crack fiend, died over raw,
Sister would have made it, but a stray bullet dropped her,
Died pregnant, baby survived, up for adoption,
Now Mark and Jerome are all that’s left,
And the time’s ticking down til they meet their deaths,
Jerome’s caught first by the Hounds of War,
Slit throat, lived by the gun, and died by the sword,
What Mark doesn’t know about his brother getting dusted,
Is Chuck knows, now he’s out to serve his own justice.
If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real,
One also must assume, that Mary has to eat meals,
So theoretically, let’s say there’s no crops,
I’d have to say that Mary’s gonna eat some Lamb-chops,
I think she’d make a nice white wool coat,
Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat,
Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die,
Mary’s only human, Mary’s gotta eat to survive.
Mark’s going nuts, he’s being stalked by Chuck,
Doesn’t know who to trust, so he walks in the dusk,
Feeling haunted, the ghosts of his past, have arisen,
they’re chasing, but this ghost is actually living,
but not actually living, since the death of his kindred,
Chuck wants Mark’s blood, like a vampire bit him,
Since his fam got hit, it lit a damn fire in him,
Now he wants to burn him live, like a campfire victim,
When they find him it’ll look like a land mine ripped him,
Or a terrorist example, on an airline mission,
I’ll close the gap, whenever he goes to nap,
Roast his ass, after using rope to wrap,
Arms and legs, can’t forget the gag either,
Chloroform, needles of speed, and rag ether,
I coulda killed him yesterday if I used my gun,
But his last sight has gotta be a picture of my son.
If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real,
One also must assume, that Mary has to eat meals,
So theoretically, let’s say there’s no crops,
I’d have to say that Mary’s gonna eat some Lamb-chops,
I think she’d make a nice white wool coat,
Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat,
Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die,
Mary’s only human, Mary’s gotta eat to survive.
credits
from Shaving the Sheep,
released July 1, 2008
Lyrics: Ngajuana
Instrumental: Rugged One
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana
