Take A Trip

( Intro ) :

 

yo, i wish there was a time machine,

to review the past moments, and everything we remember and seen

at least, i recall them in my visions, flashbacks, and dreams

ay, i know how can see, let's take a trip down memory lane

 

 

( Verse 1 ) :

 

yo, let's take a trip down memory lane, by following my flow

that takes you to the home, location which is in the song, call it the flowzone

so, if you analyze, see witcha realize, as you visualize, the imagery

in these rhymes, between the lines, you'll recognize, see vividly

the pictures i painted the same way i see, it like virtual reality

like you were there with me, follow my league, to actual actuality

as a 2000s baby, little vision but 20/20 memory, life was crazy

my brothers bossed me and shit, a bossy big sis, and lil sis was a snitch

tough love from the realest parents who loves me, wished them hate when i got my ass whipped

pooty tang like disciplined momma, with the belt my father hit harder

the hardest from my grandma, wouldn't let it slide with my step grandpa

bratty sisters got timeouts, not touched, we boys always got belt fucked

male role models like my uncles, and dad, who i wanted to be like so bad

brought home F's and that was my ass, i use to finess em for the racks and rolls of cash

they had, they flexed and bragged, drank beer and hustled, and they were too cool

an me in Elementary school, i acted a class clown and fool

everyone including the teachers thought i was a badass, tho i was, still an average

student who was literally a smartass, or should i say savage

with girls it was a game of cat & mouse, freetime with my classmates we played family or house

i was a flirt, think'n my Elementary School sweat heart would be my spouse

wasn't raised to be, a bitch, punk, or pussy, didn't take nothing from the rock,

hard act'n niggas, between lunch arrive in the locker rooms to chest lock

looked up at the clock, for the final bell after school, as we flash mobbed our way to the spot

we're we squared up and fought, W or L, niggas still got they lights knocked

 

 

( Chorus/Hook ) :

 

" yo, i wanna take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming from Oklahoma "

 

" now i wanna take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming outta Oklahoma "

 

yo, i wanna take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming straight from Oklahoma "

 

" now i wanna take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming straight outta Oklahoma "

 

 

 

( Verse 2 ) :

 

miss the 2000s style, haircuts with designs before tapers that was nappy

i was classy or should i say swaggy, wore name brand clothes that was big and baggy

wasn´t dressed faggotly, not bummy, ghetto or tacky, and not raggedy

born in Oklahoma, home of the tornado alley

i personally, witnessed destruction, livin in the tornado valley

homes it abandoned, for me was a devastating tragedy

turned the city´s to a wasteland, afterwards it was all polluted and nasty

so i moved out the hood, hood, that was up to no good

to a neighborhood, in OKC, called liar wood

still full of ba-ba kids who finessed ya mail and mailbox, running and hiding from cops

on our neighbors rooftops, shootouts with bb guns designed like machine guns, shotties, and glocks

livin ghettoś throwing rocks, in the windows of the house of an elderly snitch

made club houses in they trees and hideouts, at night we do ding dong ditch

hoped fences, played street b-ball and football, we all had bullies and pits

we was still an issue, we had other ways to get you, cover ya house up with eggs and tissue

roamed apartment complexes and advertised false fundraisers for the money

we jacked up and robbed other kids on the block for ya fundraiser money

then we, split up evenly, not for fun ,yo that shit wasn´t funny

around that time in the past, i was salty and sad, when i found out my dad had passed

besides, having watery eyes,i never cried, like weeping and i´ll explain why

cause i thought for males , it was was an embarrassment and shame

doesn necessarily mean i didn´t feel the stress and pain

multiple weeks after, i felt flies in my stomach and nausea

and with my father, gone my life will never be the same

6 years later, so much has changed, this was only a decade,

and a half of personal bio, with more to come as i age

now i´ma foreshadow back to the future, o.k.

as i exit off right here, on memory lane

 

 

 

 

( Chorus/Hook ) :

 

" yo i wanna take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming from Oklahoma City "

 

" now let me take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming outta Oklahoma City

 

" yo i wanna take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming straight from oklahoma City "

 

" now let me take a trip, down memory lane "

" coming straight outta Oklahoma City "

 

 

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