His Eminence by Common Market
His Eminence lyrics
��Politickin� with the big boys� prince of eminence
small town royalty� salute the procession.
Jimmy had a six-string, Jimmy had a drum
Jimmy had a six-pack, Jimmy had a gun
Jimmy had a problem and Jimmy had to run
And since, I�ve resented that jimmy ever had a son
Where you been, jimmy? You know a lotta things changed
after you left
On who rests blame? We�re all clueless
Effects of undue stress caused a few to lose breath
And question, �after you, who�s next?�
The true test of how strong the bond�s tied
Comes right around the time the patriarch dies
How many McKinney�s left? You can count �em on one hand
Your legacy�s as petty as you - understand?
It�s a cold world & I�ve seen a grip of cats freeze
At times you had me thinkin� I�m sick with that disease
Contemplatin� my fate, .38 ways to face it
Put the metal in my mouth at nineteen, just to taste it
The flavor of black powder requires an acquired palette
Look at me preachin� to the choir about it, I doubt it
Ever even crossed your mind, tryin� to shoulder
The weight of raisin� a daughter demands a harder spine
Stunned, shocked, what one shot could do to the fam
The bough breaks, nowadays I call your mother �ruthann�
She hardly know me, slowly we drifted through the
breeze
Recently I visited to introduce my seed
Trouble breathin�, oxygen helps mask the wheezin�
Ashtray in the kitchen overflowin� with the reason
�Them�s Johnny�s.� he passed through when we was
leavin�
Lookin� like he seen a ghost in my frame - he started
weepin�
We talked for hours; told him �you gotta let go.�
Imagine in twenty years how many others said so
I can�t connect with him, so I stop - he�s not ready
Lost touch with reality + Josh and Debbie
It�s a heavy burden [he] struggles to find steady work
And he hasn�t played the drums since y�all was last
rehearsin�
I heard your moms gave him the house, it caused
conflict
With Cheryl and Becky especially when he lost it
It�s pitiful, your little brother is literally
Trapped in a void and that bad choice was pivotal
Damn, you got him stuck in a rut, I�m singin�
�Johnny was a good man�� but you fucked that up
Aiyo it�s complicated commiseratin� with the complacent
The blank stare on his face remains vacant
What a disgrace, he wastes every day he lives
And I still can�t decide if that�s your fault or his��
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