Reminisce

This weed got my brain burnin',

Learnin' as the World turnin',

Concernin' the truth, I reminisce as a youth,

Mommy fightin' Daddy while I'm developin' in the

stomach,

While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the

Mama hummin,

Numbin' the brain, cocaine flowin' through my veins,

Born addicted and picked it up in this pleasure and

pain,

I guess that's the reason for the natural chip up on

my shoulder,

My children keep me from growin' colder and growin'

bolder,

I bent the block and think about when I was on lock,

Then got my glock and put it back up in the stash

box,

So many soldiers doin' life up in the prison system,

A million eyes couldn't list 'em, so I reminisce

them,

I miss 'em, as I'm floatin' back to yesterday,

I sure would kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' again

today,

But now I'm up in the studio, with my nigga Ro,

Fat money G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G'

Time and Time again, as I pick up the pen,

As my thoughts emerge, these are those words,

Time and Time again, as I pick up the pen,

As my thoughts emerge, these are those words

I used to ride trains from Philly, to New York State,

But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with Lexus

plates,

Hanh, even so though, I wish I could go back,

Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the

railroad tracks,

Blast "Rapper's Delight", Marvin Gaye,

During that time, my Mother and Father, was out the

way,

Damn, and now that I think about it,

We all been to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd never

doubt it",

SCHOOL, what a fool I was,

Skippin' education for the fun to run from the fuzz,

'85, '86, crack cocaine was the crucifix,

Lucifer's mix, another level of the Devil's tricks,

Fifteen on the scene gotta make my green,

Make my weight by any means,

Learnin' my way by street schemes,

Cream, Cash Rules Everything Around Me,

But I learned not to hound the money, but let the

money hound me,

Nineteen Ninety-Nine,

Here I be, ballin' G,

At the turn of the century, destined for death

eventually,

Was the boy, cuttin' class and breakin' rules,

But now I'm the father makin' sure, my children go to

school,

It's beautiful, but then again it's funny,

Back in the day, somebody told me life was just about

bitches and money,

Damn dummies, misdirected so many,

Used to watch Tom & Jerry,

Not about that Mr. Kenny,

Wash riots, Martin Luther King,

L.A. Riots, down to Rodney King,

Vince is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,

But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing again my

friend,

Lookin' at my sin deep in his eyes

Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my family lives,

deeply embedded

I have to wait, watchin' this,

I'm hopin' ten years down the line, my daughter or

son'll reminisce,

And miss us