Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Memorial , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Memorial , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Memorial |
| Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain |
| In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain |
| Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain |
| Hoping mama won’t have to feel the pain |
| Looking at a closed casket or a picture frame |
| Even shorties that you banged won’t forget your name |
| Still feel strange how times do change |
| We doing our thing and in our minds you remain |
| As I uncap a 5th of Henny for my soldiers that’s a memory |
| Thinking 'bout the fun times we had together |
| Blazin''till the sunshine |
| Drinkin’the cheap wine |
| I know I never find a? |
| of the same kind |
| But at the same time, I’m constantly writin’eulogies |
| For my big homey locs and my loco g’s |
| Since '73 it seems death followed me to my man? |
| Tyshan Wells? |
| Rest in Peace |
| Oh why oh why oh why |
| It’s always the good ones that have to die |
| Oh why oh why oh why |
| Bob Marley die, ?Jacob Miller? |
| die |
| Another day another burial |
| Got you wondering 'bout the day when he bury you |
| Tear drops stain the wally’s that you rockin' |
| On the block candles burn guns popin' |
| I just came from the cemetery where my dog was buried |
| Drop some buds in the earth to grow in they memory |
| Thinkin''bout the fun times we had as fam |
| Remembering the beef we got into but never ran |
| I seen a kid get ate up by his own man one time |
| Hid behind a car now look and duck and bust a? |
| On some Harlem Nights script |
| But this some real life shit |
| Heard his scull split when you seen the slug hit |
| I watched the vultures swarmin' |
| Prayin’on his garments |
| They stay robbin’dead men cuz they don’t give 'em problems |
| Heard the good die young be it by God or gun |
| Paint my mural on the wall sayin’my job was done |
| I shed tears when I hear news from my peers |
| That my nigga Shawn Crady was no longer here |
| Had me mad at my girl ready to take it to the world |
| Drinkin’liquor 'till I’m damn near 'bout to 'url |
| Got a jewel from my dog locked up in jail |
| Told me son is in the essence resting |
| All is well |
| While you still here: accomplish your deads |
| Cuz you never know when it’s your time to leave |
| Repeat chorus several times |
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|---|---|
| Black Trump | 1999 |
| Spanish Harlem | 1997 |
| Bucktown USA | 1997 |
| Get Up | 2001 |
| Gun Music ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2001 |
| Blown Away | 1997 |
| Dry Snitch | 1997 |
| Off the Wall | 1997 |
| That'z The Way Shit Iz ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2003 |
| The Cash | 1997 |
| Hold It Down | 1997 |
| Won On Won | 1997 |
| Myah Angelow | 1997 |
| Back 2 Life | 1997 |
| Game Of Life | 1997 |
| Every Rhyme I Write ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 1998 |
| It's a Party ft. Free, Nona Hendryx, Cocoa Brovaz | 1998 |