La Botella Lyrics & Chords By Blue Scholars

I break bread over break beats
We make ends meet, with paychecks that only seem to last the week
I'll take half the blame for not saving enough
Instead of investing, digesting escape inside of a cup
My brother with the Asian flush painted on his grills
See another (?) sucker punch him over old girl(?)
Somebody's in the comfort room, eating with old Earl
Hurling chunks of dinner in the middle of the swirl
That's the price you pay to kick it with the liquor
To act a fool, talk shit, and blame it on our lack of inhibition
I'm drinking my last glass of spirits for a minute
The battle with the bottle and the bottle is winning
So liquor please, strategically abuses the weapon
And used by the natives making way for the settlement
Arrested the development of working class citizens
Capacity to fight back is limited
And frustrated men take it out upon their wife and little children
Seen it first hand in the building that we lived in
And chances is the kids will grow up to drink the pain away
Some will walk away from it all and be ok
But some will fall hard in a mad different way
In a future on the block in the middle of the day
With a tall can wrapped in a brown paper bag
It's a tragic ass story ya'll
It's the bottle

The bottle...
(Cut and scratched sample from Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest)
Lord forgive me, the Hennessy got me not knowing how to act

We grown folks, some of us graduated from college
Still unemployed and still ballin' on a budget
Pitching in a couple dollars for a gallon of some Rossi
Fuck a bartender, that shit is going to cost, g
And that's the routine almost every other day
Ain't trying to see my comrades, buried in a grave
So why it got to be so hard to take your car keys away?
And why my man wake up in his car the next day?
I kill a pack of Newports in one night
Intoxicated gun fight outside of the club
Delayed reaction might lead to your accidental assassination
No time for hesitation or waiting
I'm making an amendment to my rules and regulations
To suckle on the hard a., the boones, the booze, inebriation
It's the same way the rapists made them drink so they can take it
It's how the colonizer fucked the natives for their paper
And made the free slaves wear invisible shackles
You ain't invincible, You're just belligerent, asshole
Calm the fuck down before you catch a beat down
The next round is on me, I'll put some rocks in you're Crown
Get acquainted with the street
Taste the asphalt and see this
Shit it ain't sweet, got laced with the beat
That remind me of the solitary trip to the bar
Hear we are, it's just me and the bottle y'all

The bottle...
(Cut and scratched sample from Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest)
Lord forgive me, the Hennessy got me not knowing how to act
I'm fallin' and i cant turn back

Alcohol is all the lot of us had
Instead of taking vacations we'd escape without leaving the ave