Sweet (Potatoe Pie)

[Verse One]:

Hot in the daytime I ain't buying no pumpkin pie

Bake the sweet potato kind, kick it up a notch

No recipe involved it's all memorized

Customized so each one, one of a kind

No disrespect implied but your great grandma recipe she made for Sunday supper time ain't fucking with mine

Yeah I rhyme kind of nice, but my sweet potato pie slice will get me five mics

Nothing out a box or a can

It's all natural, that which grows out the land

Toss 'em in a pan, mix the white with the brown sugar

Got the mixing bowl looking like my children

Hop in and I drown them in the butter sauce

A couple tossed up eggs to make it fluffy soft

Cinnamon, nutmeg, almond, vanilla

If I tell y'all the rest, well then I got to kill ya

Even if I give you a list of the ingredients

Step by step instructions on how to season it

Just how to set your oven when preheating it

Shit just ain't gonna taste the same unless Ali did it

I ain't just putting pie on your table

I'm trying to bring a tear for your eye for your baby

Let you see how I feel inside when you taste it

I love you and I would die for you baby

Them old ladies got it right when they raised me

Told the young man this life get kind of crazy

Taking what they gave me and I made it something beautiful

Old people know that you got to feed your soul

I know the struggle can be crushing, it'll leave you with a hunger for some loving

Make something out of nothing

Come and get some comfort for your stomach

Your Brother pulling something lovely out the oven

[Verse Two]:

Alright, real talk, the pie became a problem

Cause I ain't getting taller but I'm steady getting wider

And my blood sugar rising and my heart got to clogging

My guy had to pull me to the side, got to talking 'bout

"You supposed to be eating to live

You shouldn't even keep sweets at your crib

You need to be healthy for your kids

Boy, you don't need to get

Diabetes, you can lose your feet to that shit

Each pie is what? A cup of sugar, half a stick of butter

How many slices of that shit you sticking in your stomach?

I mean, you always been a little fluffy

But keep it up and you gonna be a Chris Farley looking motherfucker

I mean, I hear that you're not smoking or drinking

So you probably use the food that you make when you're escaping

Maybe just take it out of regular rotation

Save it for a special occasion

Truncate it."

[Outro] [Brother Ali talking]:

Holidays is over y'all. 2012 is here. The pies is down and the bars is up. Morning in America, Dreaming In Color. I got this one