Lyrics Supreme - Recoil

Supreme

Supreme talks about his baby’s mother like a whore
Sweet sixteen she is
With future
Uncertain
Love
Incomplete
Soapy days for Jr. and she
At three
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound
Put his hoodie on the couch
His Timberlands up on the chair
So his bitch can bring him a beer
So
This is the Nuclear family?
Mommy
Baby…
And Daddy makes a mess of his baby’s mother’s hair as they fuck 'til her mother
comes in from work
She’s playing house
He’s playing man
And Jr. is the only one who accepts he’s just a child
Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff
Knocked up to a waddle
A baby carriage bustle
And still gets her play
But her dream is true romance…
Well
Sorta
Everyday from three to six
Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the
street
He’s not a corner boy
The bodega in the forty’s is midblock
Where bullets flock
No names engraved and he may be next
Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers
Being there is all there is
Living lovely without turning the corner
Reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow
And shit to his mouth
Dispelling knowledge on the stuffs
The pleasing things the baby’s mother do
Dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man
Breaking Friday night to seek man/hood in a paper bag
Says
'Fatherhood is real cool
And the kid looks like me
So she better not let nothing happen to him
Or I’ma kill the bitch.'
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel
Trained steel, stained blue
Puts punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101
Monday at three
The baby’s mother waits
Jr. in her arms
Patiently at the door
Doesn’t know what she misses
Locked into the routine
A project queen
Supreme rode off into the sunset with a three to six all his own
Took a week for her to find out
A minute to promise devotion
Her life on hold as Supreme calls
(Checking on his boy)
And the baby’s mother
(Life on the outside ain’t even worth it.)
Shit
Shit
Who screwed whom?
There’s not enough room in the pen for them both to stay locked into their
little worlds they will
Leather gear
X skullie
Size 2 Docs.
Man
Jr.'s the fliest shit in nursery care
Paid for by W.I.C.,
So who’s getting dicked?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme?