MEMORIES FROM BROOKLYN

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I Care for you homie like you care for mine/ like those sweet molasses biscuits cooked from Caroline/ these are lineage based seeds you gotta carry the line/ if you ask me I think we’ll be fine/ you gotta think outside the box not with a narrow mind/ but inside that same box can’t be no hollow mind/ how you mad at day light savings when you on borrowed time/ plus your attitude stinks so you ain’t hard to find/ you can harden your heart, but you will never harden this heart of mine/ the walls of life is closing in you know they hard to climb/ always in some body business trynna ask shit/ and that’s the reason why you get yo ass whipped/ pent up aggression got you tickin like a time bomb/ smith and Wesson will be clicking, coming at me wit you mind wrong/ what you got lol homie a lil side arm/ I’ll have you chick screaming dick swinging like a 3rd arm/ Niggas that want smoke is getting smoked catch me blazin/ the way dem hoes tell yo business you can’t afford to stay days inn/ Everybody will say we want things transparent/ except for the things that pertain to children being raise by trans parents/ imma raisin in the sun I believe it by virtue/ I heard it’s easier raising a son than a daughter when you enact a curfew/ and I can talk till I’m blue in the face just like a Smurf too/ if the shoe fits wear it, but what if that shoes run down/ the time to run is when the sun touches down in a small town/ a mind full of wisdom and a heart unbreakable is a force to be reckoned with/ A force that can turn the tables/ How you acting like a benefactor but offering no benefits/ to yo plans you know I’ve been a factor/ and to us we know you’ve been a bitch/ no light bulbs going off in your brain you know we hit the switch/ watch your life fall around you like dominos and we just watch the clicks/ Funny how you always wanna have a fit/ but never work on being fit/ cause being fit never bit you/ but it watched as you never fit in, for fit to even fit you/ wow ain’t that a bitch, being called a fat bitch, how you crumble inside and let that bitch word bitch you/ now I have nothing against any fat chicks/ me I like some Curvature in the right places/ a pretty smile drives me wild when attached to nice faces/ if you alter ego alter things / the other you ,Otto fool me/ that’s why you can’t make up your mind like you ran outta Ulta beauty/ Black hands, black pain black struggle/ back hand filled with rage I’m ducking/ brown eyes fill with love I know you see me/ embrace me with a hug or a kiss that’s how you treat me/ I never saw myself as better than the next man/ but better for the self of that man who’s focused on their next plan/ survival of strong minds survival of the fittest/ the light bulb never enlightened us all until WE LIT IT!/ a beautiful treasure beneath hidden history/ True love for one’s self is racisms greatest mystery/

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