Memories

You know I'm finna spaz, runnin' up bass like it's jazz, I'm tryna make memories, You my brother, ain't never a spot, To the tip of the top, yeah you comin' straight up with me, Yeah that jam on be playin', my brother stop with the layin, you know that it's time to ride, And all my brothers gon' go, yeah they spinnin' for sure, they be with me It's time to slide, yeah, yeah I was in the room paralyzed when my brother died, And his cousin had called me at three, he was up in the morning, tellin' me that he's suicide When I got that call, that lil Rick got shot at three times, I was finna cry, And when I start to thinkin' my mind start to blinkin, I'm flickin' and I'm hoppin' out in this demon time, I'm not TF or Vyral, but they are my brothers, I'm protectin' mine, disrespect, my sister Gotta get you, yeah you crossed the line, I'm preachin' that I'm happy, but inside I Do not think I'm fine, but then I gotta keep on goin' stupid, till I think I'm fine I'm tryin' to spazz, building up bass like its jazz, I'm tryin' to make memories, You my brother ain't never a spot, to the tip of the top, yeah, you comin' straight up With me, yeah, that jam on be playin', my brother stop with the layin, you know that It's time to ride, and all of my brothers on go, they be spinnin' for sure, they be with Me, and it's time to slide, yeah, yeah Long Live My Brother Damien Man...