Kayo Dot - Sherman Park Memoirs lyrics

rate me

Blazing it in the city

Live to defile arts

Put us all behind bars

Lock us in a

The shit that I saw

Threw out my late teens

But break dreams and leave niggers

In state ...

Stand in that corner building

By that police department

You take a gamble

Daily jail time

That’s just the life of the teen

With no proper god

I made a pact with my neighborhood

With a pack of lions

I seen the type of shit

That blow your breath away

But least hit the spot

My homey decoy the position

In case I got away

But it wouldn’t be my last time

Back up on the block

With some stash time

You don’t have time a short...

Tryin to dodge a shot case

Free to see the cops

Who leave from short pace

I was bout a short way from giving up

Really making matters worth

Addicted to the money

Remember staying up

All through the late night

Smoking with my homies

Selling great light

Stay together on a...

Remember Sherman Parks hot summer nights yeah

Nigger neat traits on

We was there nigger

Chain smoking

Two for dollar square nigger

We used to go to Jackie Robinson

I hope you get the chill

They go for check so

We can get enough

I got some sense...

I serve addicts by the kids

Bought a string though

I put as pistol to my friend over dream oh

I was aout of hand and of scene

But I changed now

Hadn’t lost so many friends over senseless crimes

I drew a ...to the point it ain’t no sense in crying

Just keep it moving

Got my blesses and I have to pray

Hope I live to see my son graduate

All I’m living for

Besides that kids in the troubled youth

Shorty’s 13

She double deuced fire arms

They will fire

If you give a reason

Disrespect the ones

They squeeze at you for

My city’s full of failures and lost souls

No happy in the storm he’s always so show

Enter the cross roads

This place will be the death of you

You won’t get a hand and get a start, a boost

To raise your top

Just take your troubles

And my vision’s off

After all extended

Bottle lift the storm

Single mother pushing stroller

Rolling grocery bags

Meanwhile my life getting no defense

And hold this got

My check got rolling cash

If things change it ain’t what it used to be

I gotta make it happen no excuse for me

Now hear my life exclusively

It’s a hurdle, it’s excess

You succeed, you fail

Become a ghost spirit

I started from that neighborhood

No shy

With niggers over time o a porch grind

But we gonna make it through the smoke time

I’m just speaking

Till you niggers spin these memoirs

Shit!