Say Grace

Cold winters posted on block corners Pushing product to make it a hot summer Giving little thought to the risk the spot coming with Focused on the kitchen the pans & pots rumbling Bread winner out getting that bread Dinner on the table fore my younging get in the bed Fuck the DTs, the DEA the captain & FEDS Newly married to the game but shit I'm happily wed I put time in, overtime grinding Unminded shining, y'all was reclining I was reminded that the lyrics that prompt the rewinding Rarely ever get that prime time spin I gotta get it fore the ending Leave a will so they can spend it Though this wasn't my intention Niggas pushed me to the limit I guess this my repentance for the time I ignored And sat down to break bread with out thanking the Lord So when they read my obituary Let it state that this nigga Tor was a visionary More dictionary in rhyme than pictionary Photo finished penning while they shit was blurry I had to scurry due to worries that the clock ain't waiting for me Like the doctor said the time I had is less than what's before me Predestined to be buried sooner than I had wished So whatever time is left I spent pursuing a dish In a quest to fill up my palate the balance was missed Looking at a full bowl but my soul was remiss And though you know its a gift striving to holding a grip When you get to Gods blessing you can almost forget