Lyrics Memento - Melanin 9, Wun Two

Memento

Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind
Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes
Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime
Mirrors align, is it just a sign?
Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind
Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes
Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime
It’s just a sign, is this just a sign?
It all depends on how you look at life
You may see a difference to my blue and whites
Different perspectives interject when we’re viewing light
We don’t see the same shit in the spectrum of our truer sight
He hung me off a wooden pine with Henny stains
Flick the dust between my eyes before he decided to aim
Looked directly through my lens and saw vessels riddled with pain
Crime adolescents licking off pebbles for instant fame
Liquor in his frame flicking through my memory circuits
Watching the chick he taped from last night with Hennesey twerking
And started cheesing he shook me up to stop my brain from freezing
Sometimes the pictures stored in my head are used for dreaming
So I doze off, the last one was taken with the scope off
Resemble Kodak Black with his neck snapped and nose shot
It’s kinda rare sketches of a man drawn to violent peers
Looking at the photos of his cousin tryna' hide his tears
I weigh about a kilo light a couple inches height
My brain contains a cartridge with a megapixel sight
They pull me out to snap pictures of life scanned and exposed
Passage to films the characters, the fabrics of my soul
I heard the image is subjective to the brain
I heard the image is receptive to the pain
Weaving my soul through these wires and leaving prints
Every moment from this universe expands from within
With the gadgets on my skin as they grab me to begin
Catch a panoramic action shot infractions in a glimpse
Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind
Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes
Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime
Mirrors align, is it just a sign?
Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind
Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes
Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime
It’s just a sign, is this just a sign?