Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars & Memories, artist - MF Grimm.
Date of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scars & Memories |
Scars and memories, Memories and scars, I look up in the sky and I wonder where |
you are |
Can’t nobody diss my nigga, Damn, I miss my nigga |
Memories and scars, Scars and memories, talk to me kid cause I need some |
guidance please |
Can’t nobody diss my nigga, Damn, I miss my nigga |
Scars and memories, Memories and scars, I look up in the sky and I wonder where |
you are |
Can’t nobody diss my nigga, Damn, I miss my nigga |
I’m writing this letter from Lenox Hill Hospital |
I’m so sorry, that I missed your funeral |
But silhouettes of you are trapped inside my head |
As I lay in ICU hangin on wishin I was dead |
Tryin to convince someone to pull the plug and let it end |
I lost my best friend, plus I’ll never walk again |
Now that you’re gone, it really don’t matter |
Becomin a star, becomin a superstar |
God threw rocks at my glass heart and it shattered, I look up in the sky and I |
wonder where you are |
Cryin like a baby, starin atcha pictcha (picture) |
I’m mad at the world kid, I’m wishin I was with ya |
The world is on my shoulders now the weight is kinda heavy |
I loved my little shorty but my little shorty left me |
In a few minutes time, with the help of a nine |
I went from king of the rhymes to the victim of crime. |
I gotta stop, |
and wipe my tears G |
Ayo J, respond, let me know you hear me |
You will walk again, J. Black won’t letcha down |
As for rap, represent, and snatch the fuckin crown |
Fuck to most these rappers, cause you know they’re not your friends |
So don’t wait for no battle, bring the noise straight to them |
I don’t give a damn if the nigga is ya idol |
Implant in his head that he better think survival |
I don’t give a fuck about his crew or the fame, each one of them niggas step to |
them and blow em off the frame |
But J I want the days, when we were just chillin |
Ridin around in cars, dressin nice, and countin millions |
Those days are over for us so understand, you my man, but it’s time to step |
forward and represent the fam |
Like I’m Jesus Christ, I’m payin for our sins |
Take these niggas to war for me, let the games begin |
I want you off the street cause the street is not the move |
Don’t let me die for nothin, test your skills, show and prove |
Niggas think they ill, but show em you are iller |
In the past yo we killed but wasn’t raised to be no killers |
Money and murder’s hand in hand, it goes with territory |
Manhattan war stories, what a price to pay for glory. |
Cash Rules… |
But everyone around us is not down with us, they front, when they’re around us |
There’s jealousy, envy, niggas wanna hurt me |
I can’t move my legs, J so that shit just hurts me |
Right now I’d be better off dyin G |
I don’t think that I can function in society |
Cause I paid the cost, you paid the cost, the family paid the cost, |
and now I’m feelin lost |
Because you went away |
And now my skies are gray |
I don’t know what to feel |
I don’t know what to say |
I don’t know what to do |
I need you to impinge |
My life is like a door, hanging off the hinge |
I try to improvise, and go with the flow |
But to my surprise, the flow is so slow |
I’m really confused, advice you have to give |
I’m not afraid to die, but right now I’m afraid to live |
I don’t know my title so I’m a little sad man |
What’s the difference between a genius and a madman? |
A genius is exceptional, he breaks down the whole |
Mad men are not men, they do have a goal |
To be a genius or a madman is in your mind… |
But is it possible for the two to intertwine? |
Yes, when a genius uses poems, just to focus on crime, greed, or make nuclear |
bombs all the time |
In this materialistic world is there any kind of hope? |
(Nope) Will Catholics ever have a black Pope? |
I write rhymes like Riddler |
List them like Schindler |
Alot of religious figures on this planet are just swindlers |
Sight beyond sight, those of twilight, the afterlife, a new world is what I like |
You don’t like Commandments but just do them |
Aight, but when you talk to God again could you give these questions to him? |
They can’t be too long, cause he’s a busy man, so tell me about six, |
and I’ll relay em if I can |
God, (one) Why’s my mighty nation lost? |
(two) Why’d you let Jesus Christ be put on the cross? |
(three) Why’s my people poor and oh so sore? |
(aiight) In harlem all I see is funeral homes and liquor stores |
(four) Why’d you let the Indians get used and abused? |
(five) Why’d you let Hitler crucify all the jews? |
(alright) some races will never see the best outta life |
(true) it’s like you made a big ass test outta life |
I got love for you God, but could you explain to me |
(six) why you took my legs and J and dished out so much pain to me? |
Don’t stress it, kid. |
It’s life, and not even death can seperate the love |