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Текст песни O.C. - Memory Lane

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[O.C.]Reminisce about my childhood, doin things kids didRoughhouse, playin in abandoned lots, throwin rocksTrashcan tops wearin caps in AmericaThat part of time be, tracked in my mind, it never blursI sometimes visit my youthClose my eyes and think to alive, sittin on the stoopof my crib it`s weird, we had the "Our Gang" shit jumpin offBring it up to date, a couple are goneAnyway, we was tight knit, mixed with, Spanish and black kidsInner-city youth, colorblindEven though we`d fight and clash, we`d get past the nonsenseWith no grown folk intervenin, we consciousDo it on our own with cautionPunches are thrown, but a hour later we talkinIf things get out of proportion, we adjust the fussand turn it to fun, no more sqwakinWho thought about things like guns and coffinsA child`s mind nowadays wanna be flossinI didn`t grow up fast but I knew a hardheadLeft the store fast, 70`s child, respect that`Til this, day and time, them moments I hold preciousDeep in a child`s place taught a nigga life lessonsUp until the moment I chose this professionWork hard but there`s no such thing as perfectionI often sit and say to myself this be a blessingForseein my callin in my adolescence, destinedto get the cars, the fly clothes, I stand frozeThinkin back, swingin in the snow, makin angels[O.C.]Yeah, yo, harsh reality smacked me in the face as a pre-teenSome of my mans got caught up in the street dreamHustlin it wasn`t my thing, yet I knewsome who did it and did it well, you know this taleBut there`s a slight twist to this ghetto tale I tellI had a cousin named Orell he was funny as hellHis momma name was Pearl, so I called her All PearlAuntie had a job offer in Cali in the San Diego jailSo she packed up her shit and split, from my uncleThey was married a decade and five cent, now fateMe and my cousin`s tight, the youngest out my nanny grandbabiesLet me show ya why life is crazyWhen we used to sham people, it never dawns on yathat ya might not see `em no more, I could rememberHe was 5, I was 8, playin in front of my gateMomma tellin us to come in cause it`s time to ateSay grace over food my providers was greatSayin peace to mom and pop still alive todayI recall one of my cousins goin out to CaliforniaComin back tellin us niggaz dyin over colorsHe told me `bout, khaki wearin, jheri curl brothersDoin drivebys in cars with machine guns bustinI found it farfetched, thinkin his story is stretchedFindin out later on about the West coast setsLet me fast-forward the story and tell ya how it endsThey moved to start a new life for his life to endCome to find out later on he was Blood inductedFrom the same set he claimed was the Blood who bucked him

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