Forgot To Say Grace - Torae

Cold winters posted on block corners

Pushing product to make it a hot summer

Giving little thought to the risk the spot coming with

Focused on the kitchen the pans & pots rumbling

Bread winner out getting that bread

Dinner on the table fore my younging get in the bed

Fuck the DTs, the DEA the captain & FEDS

Newly married to the game but shit I’m happily wed

I put time in, overtime grinding

Unminded shining, y’all was reclining

I was reminded that the lyrics that prompt the rewinding

Rarely ever get that prime time spin

I gotta get it fore the ending

Leave a will so they can spend it

Though this wasn’t my intention

Niggas pushed me to the limit

I guess this my repentance for the time I ignored

And sat down to break bread with out thanking the Lord

So when they read my obituary

Let it state that this nigga Tor was a visionary

More dictionary in rhyme than pictionary

Photo finished penning while they shit was blurry

I had to scurry due to worries that the clock ain’t waiting for me

Like the doctor said the time I had is less than what’s before me

Predestined to be buried sooner than I had wished

So whatever time is left I spent pursuing a dish

In a quest to fill up my palate the balance was missed

Looking at a full bowl but my soul was remiss

And though you know its a gift striving to holding a grip

When you get to Gods blessing you can almost forget