(+) Grandma's Hands
What happened to the soul food?What happened to the soul food?I’m talkin' good eatin', good seasonin'Out here in this worldjust tryna make itEverything I seesometimes 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 schoolI hustle and I'm on itI can't slow down, naha dollar and a dreamIn this life you liveyou're either the dealer or the fiendLeanin' horizontalThe acrobats on the corner, they flipSo when them white vans pull upshawty, 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, hurdleover 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 coolerstalkin' pound-for-pound bruisersOver 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 worldjust tryna make itEverything I seesometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mindAromas on the cornerthese 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 fuck 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 shitNah, 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 daythe yard was oh so filledNow nobody comes around hereOut here in this worldjust tryna make itEverything I seesometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mind(Never thought it'd beno soul food on my plateWe gather 'round and liebow our heads and pray And I)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 worldjust tryna make itEverything I seesometimes I can't take itBut damn I really miss those timesThat soul food's on my mindMind, mind, mind