Artist: Supastition Album: Chain Letters Song: A Baby Story Typed by: polish_baller@hotmail.com Let me tell you all a little story... bout falling in love with material things Aiyo, we all infatuated with material things It could be our rims, car, stereo, and rings As superior as it may seem It's pointless how you, cherish objects that hold no value Life is something larger than what a store can sell I know it all too well I got a story to tell About a brother named Kamal he was 20-something years young the speakers in his car could pierce your eardrums Kamal had a nice, little, Cadillac DeVille He'd ride down the block and let cats look at the wheels He fell in love with his car, and niggaz noticed it Joked with em Said he sprayed Armoral more than deodorant He just laughed, and told them that the shit can't faze me Then jumped back in his Lac which he nicknamed ‘his baby' Kamal had a wife and two beautiful seeds But why he loved his car so much was ludicrous to me [Chorus] You going round, round like your world is gonna end Gotta get that cash, money, clothes, car, rings and things All you think about is getting more What love you got, you ignore Who is you real baby baby? Who is you real baby baby? Kamal had a wife and two beautiful seeds But why he loved his wheels so much was ludicrous to me His wife bitched at him everyday, but he couldn't see it though She said he loved his vehicle, more than his 3-year old Sometimes I believed it, when his family would get in it He'd make them all take off their shoes just to sit in it (damn) And nobody including his wifey had a set of keys Don't ask him to drive, this brother used to get extreme I mean every last dime he put into his baby Gave it more attention than he gave to his lady He never changed, everyday the same thing went on Hookin up a car he couldn't half make the payments on Woodgrain, TV's, and 20-inch chrome But his life made a turn that one day he went home It was around 6-o'clock on a hot summer Friday He saw his kids playing as he pulled up in the driveway [Chorus] Around 6-o'clock on a hot summer Friday He saw his kids playing as he pulled up in the driveway Kamal had somewhere to go, so he left his keys in it Just to grab his gym-bag, it wouldn't take three minutes So he left the car running in front of his house Talking to his spouse, he was laughing and running his mouth They carried on while the children played in the driveway Then they heard a loud scream from outside See what happened was the oldest son jumped behind the wheel Of his Cadillac DeVille, while the 3-year old was still, in the driveway Somehow put the car in reverse And backed up over the body of his little brother first And the pressure from the car killed Kamal's son as soon as it touched Is this the same fuckin car that he loved so much? I know it sounds sad and crazy in the end But he'll never call that car his baby again