Appreciation Remix (Southernunderground 2003) (Deluxe Edition)

Текст песни CunninLynguists feat Cashmere the Pro - Appreciation Remix (Southernunderground 2003) (Deluxe Edition)

Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own
Until the water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on
Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own
Until the water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on

It was morning she was brisk with her words
He apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurd
She understood he had to work but it was hittin' a nerve
She hated his outta town trips, and this was the third
One in two weeks, he ain't wantin' to beef
Explainin' he's the one the job picks when they need someone to speak
Hope to make up for lost time, but she's PO'ed
And something 'bout this morning's coffee seems eerily cold
"What about your family?" she repeats the exclamation
You seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesisation
Aggravation... Floatin' waves, why you rockin' the boat?
Baby, this is my job, what you think I'm not gonna go?
All she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blow
Felt her caution in the wind when she started to throw cups on the floor
She wantin' to war cuz she misses her home
Didn't want the wave of loneliness she gets when he gone
But she insists to be on blast but not burstin' with light
It gets heavy as she yells "Who comes first in your life?"
He don't wanna be hurtin' his wife
But he got a flight to catch so for now he's desertin' the flight
Goes for his goodbye kiss, she turns.
He takes a cold cheek while
she yearns
Hates his job but loves his cuz he's so sweet

But she wants him to have a night of dwellin' without a goodbye

As he drives off to make Flight 11'

Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own
Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong so hold on

Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own
Until that waters gone, it's wrong so be strong and hold on

It was hard times followin' the death of father and mother
He felt disconnect now, though his guardian was his brother
Whom he envied, cuz he always seemed to be the favored sibling
The one people always assumed would create a greater living
He despised it, sick of his brother's shadow
Felt like a jester wantin' to be king of his own castle
Moved from Brick City to where girls got fixed titties
Hollywood, cuz there that shit's pretty
Older brother would write, call and email
Tryin' to make light of the situation, askin' to be sent seashells
Little brother was strugglin', in and out about three jails
Tried to stand on his own two but he fell
Called his older brother one day, cryin' apologizin
It was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizin'
And that his Hyundai, had came to the end of it's road
His money was froze, too broke to even launder his clothes
Old bro was understandin' though, expressin' sorrow
Said he would hit the first flight out tomorrow
That they'd get a rental and pack up a carload
They'd bond on the driveback, and he'd cover the barcodes
Cuz tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severed
Remainig bloodlines would be back together
Tuesday morning at Newark airport it was beautiful weather
9/11 will be a day that they'll remember forever