deep in your memory

whas happenin dude?

whatchu thinkin about there?

what's goin on? talk to me

i know you're thinkin

what? must be a lot on your mind

express yourself fool

tell me what you thinkin about

nigga

who why whatever

any puzzle i put it together

with any stress i'm copin like a flesh wound i'm open

still got balls after vasectomies

my anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful

i got no relationships

just hit and then dismiss

my sex is strictly fuck

no man

i do not kiss

keep my shirt on

i'm quick to dress back up

i'm chargin girls for dick

my dick you stick up

butt naked

like adam and eve on christmas eve

who is god? white the devil

do you believe?

scratch your head and think about it for a minute

is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?

you talkin like you drunken

but you flunkin

classes you be takin

let me bring home the bacon

we been hoodwinked

bamboozled

led astray

til all our business on rent in late

somewhere in your mind

and real deep in your memory

you try to hide away

your true feelings

am i underrated? thinkin bout it get me frustrated

i'm elated

that keep it real is outdated

graduated

from pg now i'm x-rated

glad i made it

left you behind

and you hate it

look into my eyes

do you see a nigga or a person

see i worsen

section eight got to be flirtin

fuck workin

for eighty-five who you jivin?

still survivin

lock your fuckin door when i'm arrivin

surprisin realizin magnetisin

this rhyme bend how i'm risin

hypnotizin

got comments

put replies in

no lies in

if you do your life will need revivin

when i'm sleep i die

when i wake up i'm born

i leave the earth each day to get my soul reborn

so to god i pray

i make it through this day

this must be deja vu

cause i relive this day

somewhere in your mind

and real deep in your memory

you try to hide away

your true feelings

bring it on it

freak it on it

child abused

as a child

child magoo

buck-wild

wel-fare

met the cake

too much sugar

in the kool-aid

mis-fit

un-til

i fucked jiil

on the hill

look

out

heads

up

to the girls

let's buck

like

night-shade

grows

workin dope

mind

flows

but

please

i'm on hot

i cook

non-stop

stick a pin

in some paper

take notes

play ya later

praise

god

he

made ya

no

man

but

praiser

somewhere in your mind

when you think deep in your memory

you try to hide away

your true feelings