Sentimentally Madd

[Intro: Need Not Worry]
What up Chef
Alright real quick, it goes, it goes

[Verse 1: Need Not Worry]
I got a broken back, a broken foot
Broken arm, broken thumbs
But I need to carry on
Ripped flesh, broken bones
In debt, but not a broken home
Broken boombox, but not a broken flow
Out of the Boondocks, I elevate to elevate minds
While the streets steady devastate
Crimes at this all-time high
Fuck yo pie chart number
Rest where the city slumber
Hold breath and let the committee wonder
If you can make it home for supper
Hiding in the open dumpster...
Hey cracklady, who you talkin to? there's no one there
Oh i get you're talkin' to the air
Hey cracklady will you breed a crackbaby
Have you been inside the shelter lately?
Oh I see now, they're closing the doors now
Because you can't afford, because they can't fit anymore

[Hook x2: Need Not Worry]
She's sentimentally mad
We find it difficult to laugh
Trying to find the good things that we had
Situations get bad
We find em difficult to past up
Feeling detrimentally sad

[Verse 2: Need Not Worry]
Stressed out, pressed up against the wall
Breathing harder, scheming hard for solutions
Brain on pause, no movement
Head the jokes, I've designed for a preda folks
That play tapes until the speakers broke
Promote youth out of the joke of the
Nonsense applying the yolk squeezing the hope
But who want me to lecture, this is considered conjecture
Ain't no mentoring them when they don't listen anymore
Strip they're freedom of though, ripped from the clutches
Motivated by liquor and dutchess
Cars, women, blings, guns, material things
Yo, we could speak for days upon the subject
No school, no respect, drive around on patrol for sex
No rules apply if you pose a threat
Hard of hearing and walk around fearing man
With a weapon in hand
They sentimentally mad

[Hook x2: Need Not Worry]
She's sentimentally mad
We find it difficult to laugh
Trying to find the good things that we had
Situations get bad
We find em difficult to past up
Feeling detrimentally sad

[Verse 3: Need Worry]
Young fellas got a bad habit
Addicted to the money stacking up, little suckers bad as fuck
Don't let them fool, they never go to school
Few favors, never choose to meet new strangers
A backpack full off woo bang ups, with true anger
And attitude rude player
Straight slay you for your sneakers
Sell em for a cell phone feature, sipping on a liter
Colt 45, St. Ides, anything to make the tide move better
Learning from the elders
Through action and not speaking
Son peaking in sponge soaking up what's been seeping
Heathens breed heathens, they got a chip upon they shoulder
I got boulders brake down the shit they sold ya, the stress got me feeling tight around the chest, didn't know if there was any other left
Yo I'm sentimentally mad

[Hook x2: Need Not Worry]
She's sentimentally mad
We find it difficult to laugh
Trying to find the good things that we had
Situations get bad
We find em difficult to past up
Feeling detrimentally sad

[Outro: Need Not Worry]
Yeah, 2010 to 2011 and infinity, SoulChef, Need Not, word em up, and we out, fade it out, fade it out Chef