A Kiss of Spice and Cinnamon - Evanthia Reboutsika

01-21-2020 The day the Lord took my best friend from me And I kinda find it funny, but not really though I should've been six-feet 20 years ago I never forget all the laughs we had in the hoopty Whipping through the country He had a way of making cloudy days sunny But what I miss most was when he would son me "Like Travie, do this if you love me" I love you Bob 2-0-2-0 So long to the bitterness Just a spoonful of cinnamon You know, I know This knee on my neck is causing me to choke Like a spoonful of cinnamon Last year I flew to Jesup, Georgia To meet my papa and my nana, the family of my mama All of my life I was scared he never cared for me Because my father was black, he couldn't handle that I could see his shadow in the doorway next to the windchime That's poetic justice 'cause it looked just the same as mine (He hugged me) then he apologized for lost time And then I lost them both, and I damn near lost my mind 2-0-2-0 So long to the bitterness Just a spoonful of cinnamon You know, I know This knee on my neck is causing me to choke Like a spoonful of cinnamon Feel like I'm stuck in a hole, it's kind of cynical Downing these bottles is getting old It's not the way, it's not the way, it's not the way Too many funerals, biting 'em down to cuticles It's not the way, it's not the way, it's not the way Over again and over again Over again, over again 2-0-2-0 You probably think I had season tickets to funerals I'm so sick of seeing Rest In Peace tee shirts I swear I prayed so many prayers, my fucking knees hurt And Covid got us all stuck in the house like Mouse Trap And ain't no telling when the hell we gonna bounce back Plus it's open season on the melanin inclined We all had shitty years, thanks for hearing mine 2-0-2-0 So long to the bitterness Just a spoonful of cinnamon You know, I know This knee on my neck is causing me to choke Like a spoonful of cinnamon Feel like I'm stuck in a hole, it's kind of cynical Downing these bottles is getting old It's not the way, it's not the way, it's not the way Too many funerals, biting 'em down to cuticles It's not the way, it's not the way, it's not the way Over again and over again Over again, over again