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Memory Lane
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to this Commentary!
By Irie Reyes
Let me begin where it ends with mom back in cali
me and my bredren walking thru some dark alleys
living in the ghetto didn't know no better
holes in our kicks and some raggedy la tigre sweaters
now mom was smoking crack with her so-called friends
and puffing all that poison started messing with her head
one night she got so high she forgot about her children
playing checkers with broken bathroom tiles up in a factory building
when we got caught stealing food from the local 7-11
the police couldn't believe we were only 5 and 6
so they sent us into foster care far away from home
memories of mamma still messing with my dome
it made me a problem child rough ragged and wild
three characteristics of my rudeboy profile.
Now daddy's in new york living his own life
do y'all wanna come? hell yeah, we didn't think twice
flying pan am airlines to the east coast
now I'm thinking of the games I liked the most
but life is hectic cause it's not what I thought it was
I often wondered is there really a god above
that's when my dad told me about his religion
he forced me to worship I couldn't make my own decisions
Saturday mornings getting doors slammed in our face
preaching to my neighbors made me feel out of place
but since I'm under his rules I'm under his laws
and under his laws I couldn't say anything at all
my life became a battle between pain and stress
I started cutting school and steady smoking cess.
I met this girl out in Brooklyn on a hot summer night
I was looking for answers, she was looking alright
to make a long song short she conceived my breed
now may 10th marks the birthday of my seed
at age 16 I moved out of daddy's crib
I'm a man now, I thought, he can't tell me how to live
still in school and holding down two jobs
I never thought there be a point where I felt I had to rob
but I fell out of school fell out of work
fell out of love and started acting a fool
hustling and bustling gunshots overhead
lucky to be free lucky not to be dead
now I'm back in cali and moms kicked all the drugs
the alleys are still dark but
I'm learning how to hug.
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