Lyrics - Memoirs of Entry III - Mickey Factz

- Memoirs of Entry III

I remember being a kid right?
And my uncle he practically raised me.
I remember him coming over when my pops went to work and he would have all
this ink on his hands, on his clothes, on his sneakers and I’d be confused
cause its like 7 am.
I’d find out later, he was in the train yard with his boys.
Tagging every train that they left unattended.
That’s so cool man.
That’s so fucking cool
And we weren’t rich at all.
Actually, we were barely making.
Especially,
under this, this tyrant.
Ronald Reagan… This fucking guy.
Republicans man.
I mean I don’t trust no government official.
But, republicans, they the worst.
I mean, I get it, he’s a puppet, in a grand scheme of things but how you…
how… how are you an actor?
An actor… and you become president?
That’s that bullshit man.
And then, he comes up with some shit called
Reaganomics, which only help his friends to get more money.
The rich.
And keep minorities like… like my family and and and my friends families in
the dark.
Then… the muthafucka… introduced our communities to crack cocaine
which was modern day genocide thanks to the C.I.A… Everybody selling this
bullshit… all through the streets and shit.
I don’t even wanna talk about A.I.
D.S… that came up in his administration too and of course he had some
bullshit excuse about that shit too
Ima tell you a story… I came home from school one day right.
And I saw this
drug dealer with a baby carriage on the corner.
I said «Ay, you got a pretty
daughter.
That’s a cute.
pretty pretty daughter.»
You know what this mutha…
This muthafucka said… «This is not my child.
It’s Teresa’s from 1199.
She ain’t have all the money, so uh, I’m baby sitting until she comes back.
«Teresa was a drug user, selling her own child, for 3 minutes of fucking
pleasure man… Talk about being an 80's baby.
Its fucked up.
Fuck you Ronald
Reagan
MauSe…
I’m an 80's baby
I feel like I’m 80's crazy
So I have about 80 questions to figure out how the 80's made me
Uncover the truth, lies are the proof
Only you can do is trust in you
80's baby, a child of the Reagan Era
But that don’t mean we’re made in terror
Amen!
Conjunction junction, what’s ya function for action
Lunging punches like its Dungeons & Dragons?
A hundred lunches for the bums that’s staggering
Cause the government fronts on job hunting for blacks and
Why the C.I.A.
deliver and administer
The sinister finisher of crack cocaine into the middle of black america
Pull up the cinema cause they killing us
These assholes need to get enemas
Why did a famous actor become president?
Why is Michael Jackson skin a little cinnamon?
Why is the cold war going on and on?
And why it took so long for the Berlin Wall to fall?
Pray for the souls of Lennon & Marvin Gaye
But how can anyone kill these 2 greats?
Display and decay are the questions I portray
And did A.I.D.S.
really come from the gays or Ronald Reag?
His explanation was so vague
A plague from a monkey enslaved
While created in a lab as a phase
To destroy inner cities along with cocaine
Broken down to a strain of rock
That needed flame to spark
Into the brain & heart
Until your frame was chalked out
Wherever you walked you saw a corpse that’s tossed into the grave
The 80's… Those were the days