Текст песни Memory Loss

You try to get over

You're gonna go under

You try to get over

You're gonna go under

Literally it's 3030

I don't got time

To be wasting time on you

Slow pokes

I want ya all to, get open, like the ocean

Brothers be buggin like, ?He's from Oakland??

What? I'll whoop you insinuatin' we ain't capable

Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe

A few out a thousand

My town is foundin' fathers of the black panthers

We provide answers

You don't wanna believe

Then ya all are some blind bastards

They got you set up real good your neuralizing

Industry rising while energies reclining

Niggas think I'm whinin' but I really don't give a shit

'Cuz everybody's dyin' but ya all think that's the end of it

That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict

Or imitate 'cuz they wouldn't teach ya Algebra

When you was eight

Now you fornicate and you hate children

Forgot where you came from now your straight illin'

Don't fight the feelin', you better deal with it

It don't matter what you do or say

Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya

Wanna compare your self to them

Well guess what homeboy you

Don't match up

I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true
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Just 'cuz you say it is 'cuz anything thats truth

Got proof it, ain't you?

Thats simply just the way it is

Lookin' up the sky is red

City's burning up over head

(Flame on baby)

We can make the best of it

(Rock that)

In this post apocalypse

(Right on)

I'm on some real shit

So real brothers feel this

'Cuz we know reality is crazy

Thats why nothin' amaze me

Look in the past, you might have to go

Farther then the book in your class

My niggas cookin' some crack

And mom's gets the first hit

Thats okay with you? thats okay with me

I'm not here to judge the way you be

I got my own complications

The government shoe less rations

Plantations is man labor

For five bucks for hourly intervals

I get a G for that

So believe what I spit to you is given back

Don't think that I'm livin' that dream

When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream

Its like I dream when I lye I wake up

I see all the people I disrespected

And try to make up

It's praise to the creator

Relate to nature