(BEAT MEMORIES) Yeah, always, at night, fore u sleep, itll just came, and remind u of some memories, bad good sad all that, it just made u think, okay, conversating the sad phase, remind me a feeling, there is no safe place, always searching for a darker space, silence, where brain start the pressing, squashing the positivity, hurting, imagining only negativity, having, thought that possibly killing the dream, savings,removing friends so i can proceed, the living, striving for this rapping, but failing it, lyric too deep, new surroundings, new to the kid, rhymimg not catchy, more to thinky, now parents ask me to quit, truth is, im scared, to look in a mirror, i insecure, prolly a reason i lose, my confidence, i cannot have friends, i need, to be discipline, and if i fail this mission like a pigeon ill be looking for a trash bin, got no difference between pigeon and a homeless person, similar but one trap in a cage, rules, cruel to think nothing change, but pools, roofs and boots, some got new playwood, for them that where they lay their back too, pillow is bag or plastic, tragic to see, some just choose to live in that story, mostly they lost cs rules win in courtroom, you only win if you from lavish crew, parliament roots, connections, ministers, see the difference, everything happen wit a reason, listen, whatever situation you in, itll past like a weekend, so just enjoy the lesson, grateful for all the blessing, it can be difficult and that makes u human, we all face challenges, some just unlucky and leave us, may they rest in peaces, live in heaven, hopefully watching us and show a guidance, lead us to be a better person, ending up with them in heaven, sit on top of the mountain, and yell mission accomplished, with the legion of pigeons.