Introfood

My mother said
Before you eat take your hat off
Tryna live by words
Humbly blast off
Always finish my plate
She would say
If I do, tomorrow won’t bring rain
Really that’s all
I ain’t here for the mystery meat
Don’t wanna miss a beat
I’ve been living on the cusp
Skipping lunch, getting drunk, getting sober
My hunger like a lover that I’m about to get over
See the carpet wasn’t red when I got here
Blood burgundy by the time I’m up out here
On the grind on a diner chair
All my chickenheads are free range
My side dish: emcee pea-brains
I’ve been cutting strings like I’m opening bridges
But I burn them all like I ain’t got a coat in the winter
Lights out in the kitchen while I whip this shit up
Didn’t see much until I opened the fridge up
I see all that hunting and gathering
Ain’t worth a damn if I don’t run with the fam
What’s the use of moving up in the food chain
If I don’t make moves with the game for our mutual gain
I ain’t claim to invented the soup bowl (?)
Just filling mine with something beautiful
My mom said sit your ass down the foodI gettin' cold
If you wanna grow baby you gotta chew slow