Mckinley Dixon Live! From The Kitchen Table (feat. Ghais Guevara)
[Verse 1: McKinley Dixon & Choir]
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
Shoulda took a route less scenic, but when you don't see sun often
Warmth is something got you fiending, imma
Live! Live! Live! Live! Live!
Live, from my momma'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!
[Hook: Choir with Ghais Guevara]
I'm not the one
I'm not the one
I'm not the one
I'm not the one
[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara & Choir]
(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
[Hook: Choir]
I'm not the one
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
