Introfood - Ivan Ave

My mother said

Before you eat take your hat off

Tryna live by words

Humbly blast off

Always finish my plate

She would say

If I do, tomorrow won’t bring rain

Really that’s all

I ain’t here for the mystery meat

Don’t wanna miss a beat

I’ve been living on the cusp

Skipping lunch, getting drunk, getting sober

My hunger like a lover that I’m about to get over

See the carpet wasn’t red when I got here

Blood burgundy by the time I’m up out here

On the grind on a diner chair

All my chickenheads are free range

My side dish: emcee pea-brains

I’ve been cutting strings like I’m opening bridges

But I burn them all like I ain’t got a coat in the winter

Lights out in the kitchen while I whip this shit up

Didn’t see much until I opened the fridge up

I see all that hunting and gathering

Ain’t worth a damn if I don’t run with the fam

What’s the use of moving up in the food chain

If I don’t make moves with the game for our mutual gain

I ain’t claim to invented the soup bowl (?)

Just filling mine with something beautiful

My mom said sit your ass down the foodI gettin' cold

If you wanna grow baby you gotta chew slow