Tru Life - Memories (Rare w/ lyrics)

Описание: From the unreleased 'Cryin' Out Loud' album.

+Lyrics+

[Speaking] Cryin' out loud again. Man I done ran out of tears. Cryin blood now. I'm crying for the world though. I hope y'all understand this...

[Verse 1]

Yo I don't rhyme to be the best
I just rhyme to release stress
My pen drips tears when I write I cry
I release all the anger that I hold inside
For shit I been through, and seen in this life
My man Leon started hittin' crack pipes
Went crazy and killed his moms
Coz she wouldn't give him loot to get his next hit on
I speak about things that niggas don't wanna speak on
Niggas is too concerned on getting cream or gettin they freak on
But ima speak on these problems til the day that i rot
Yo I aint never cried the way that I cried for hip hop
I pour blood sweat and tears and emotions in every line
That's why I named this album here Cryin Out Loud, coz...

[Verse 2]

Ayo Iff (?) I know you in heaven lookin down on me
Thats why a brother started rhyming to make you proud of me
I can't explain how much this thug nigga miss you
Sometimes I wanna die just to be right with you
You the one who taught me the ropes, and how to thug on the streets
Niggas respected you everywhere even if you had beef
I know you and Slick probably bumped heads and did a piece
Y'all was two graffiti legends back here on the streets
Ya name still rings bells, and ima keep it that way
Till the day I pass away and I join you
And ima be happy then coz I no longer have to mourn you
But till then, ima keep it the same
Rep for TMC until they put one in my brain
I'd do anything just to see your face again dawg I love you...

[Verse 3]

Yo here I am a thug nigga sittin back in tears
Crying over my boo, who held me down for six years
Through the roughest of times when I aint even have years
Loved me for me and not what I had she didn't care
Swore to God she would never do a thing to hurt me
And what I do I turn around and I do her dirty
I deserve to be stressed out miserable and lonely
But can't help the fact that I love her and miss her
The thought alone kills me picturin the next man kissin
Somebody takin my spot, spending quality time with her
But I guess thats what I get for being a bastard
Man I'm sitting back crying regretting it wit a passion...