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Memories

The best role played on screen aint on screen

And life aint as pretty as it seems a beautiful dream of a ghetto where the grass aint that green 

But the life of a few young me with a pistol that they want to bang 

And they still think a black man hangs.. in the balance no it hangs in what if's and what of's

What if he picked up that book instead of that gun that teach bullets to fly and

What of the bullets he let fly

It aint understood till its on a bullet hitting a piece of yah heart 

What the kid gone say he never knew from the start

Right or wrong the ins an outs of this tv special we call life

He just wanted the fame that came with that diamond rang on the wrong finger

Not at your brother funeral you hear the ropreacher sang

These words.. Love isnt gone it lives on but when its your family you feel like its gone

I mean words hey they just pillows at night when you cant find that one spot to get right

Im looking at my future through shades at midnight

Its bleaker than a mans double homicide murder on 1 black man if the prosecuted man was white

Aint no white privilege ha you not gone fool me you always rolling sixes and i cant get past 3?

This a game of life but you cant play me and if its a movie for playing the est victim you need a grammy 

But you cant have it and im take it away and if i was a nig** like you think i am id shoot you and uncle sam 

But im not im educated and i listen to hip hop aint it stupid how much a generation can change 

When you rattle that brain

With a little reality and a lot more opinion

Oh no you can do it you just getting high thinking that you lifited 

Why you smoking young man because your are stressed what you mean

Just cause you got a test 

I aint no saint i picked up the mary and smoked till i couldnt see nothing scary 

But i know the mary got me right

Until it was time change my life drop it get rich

You wont grow so quick sit your a** down and learn some sh**

Make that money retire a genuis the when you blow that last tree you gone look back on memories and say that old man really meant that shi* 

 

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