Nana Masta Ace (Ft. Deion)

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Good morning nana, what's for breakfast?
Orange juice, scrambled eggs and some jelly bread
An Oscar Mayer bacon, that's a king's meal
At least compared to my friends that are really fed
You really know how to kill it with a black skillet
Energized by your love and these cats feel it
Not to be rude but my dude want a plate of food
You never exclude, that puts you in a greater mood
To give one of my dudes a little something to eat
So they stomach won't growl when they up in the street
The sounds of a bear, but this time a year
It's kind of cold so we home and we upping the heat
Project radiator hissing like a rattle snake
I'm in the front room playing my favorite battle tape
You in the back room watching Barbany Jones
These white folks living good and we trying to be clones
The ones you work for out in Bensonhurst
After Howard Beach, now the tension is worse
Watching over they kids while they earn a wage
Making 'em lunch, reading 'em books, now turn the page
I was only 10, I was younger then
Guess it must have been hard for me to understand it
House keys hanging on a string from my neck
Had to let myself in, make myself a sandwich, damn