Memories (From An Outcast)

(Intro)

 

Hahaha this is real shit that I'm about to lay down. Allow me to literate in

words.

 

(Verse 1)

 

I remember back to when I was three, living and thinking so free

My daddy took his pain and frustration to the ultimate extreme

Throwing shit around,yelling at invisible enemies and let out

so steam by the sound of a scream.

Mom began to scream,at him and crying a tear filled stream

She packed her bags with me in tow,she says I'm leaving

with our daughter until you come back upstream from downstream

Daddy got help,but wasn't any different,just became a figment

of his own imagination.He thought he was speaking and hearing

Mom didn't turn out too well either,her daddy left when she was thirteen

and she never knew how to love properly,emotionally cold being.

I tried and tried but I know that deep down I knew there was no feeling

I wish I could flee right now,but what stops me from fleeing

(Can somebody tell me?)

 

(Chorus)

 

All these memories of good and bad times

Have gotten me so damn confused

All I want is to remember the good times

It seems that both sides have fused

 

 

(Verse 2)

 

I remember school so crystal clear and true to the word

Walking down the hallways and ignoring the smirks

of my classmates as they see me,thinking I was just a nerd

But thank you,that's who I'am,so keep walking on

I'm about to get my Bruce Lee on,with all of his brawn

I hated them,some of them I liked but social predicaments

I would rather be left out of,they got themselves in serious

predicaments smoking on the blunt 24/7,taking Oxy and

Roxies until they pass out on the fort and path rocks

Having babies by the time we hit senior year,about

half of my class didn't make it to that year.Talking about

hustling and stacking the bread,when it is all talk and no action

Go to the hoods of Boston and Brockton to feel the real friction

for this is no fiction,this is non fiction and they love a punk

to perform a bullet dissection.

 

(Repeat Chorus)