Live! From The Kitchen Table McKinley Dixon (Ft. 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