Gave it my Best (Memories)

had a dream it was summertime, back in the day and everything was fine. chilling as we living just absorbing the sunshine. never worried about the moment we just cruising the shoreline. its sure fine. got my Baby right beside me and shes a sure dime. thought it couldn't get any better probably better in hindsight. funny thing you dont remember is the pain of the fight. woke up to, what the fuck, man you aint getting it back. memories of a fable lost to unstable hands. can't deny any facts, better to embrace the circumstance. still held to the account like your tabulating tax. better just let that shit go, its unhealthy to hold on. start losing grip on reality been stuck in it for so long. Death dances to slow songs but for the life of me i can't remember the name or the place. once upon a memory, or maybe lost in space. out of mind or misplaced. disregarded and tossed away. left in a loop in some basement stuck on endless replay. and what the hell can i say, it's just a price that we pay. taking the time to give a shit, who never gave a fuck anyway. memories, of back in the day. some memories stuck and some of them fade. memories, painted shades of grey. pictures put away still stuck in your brain I think its time to refrain, pull back from the whole thing. fickle is the mind frame wicked thoughts to entertain. No point to the sorrow and reliving all the pain. keeping focused on tomorrow while you live for today. and if it's in you to pray, well then i hope you are blessed. and if you dont, might pick it up cause bitch im coming for you next! Murda Muzik to death, fuck your love and respect, Ill be feared, or become the martyr, one extreme or the next. maybe my memories will serve me better when im all out of breath. and if they dont fuck it anyway, because i gave it my best.