Memoirs

Lyrics

[Chorus] I write, these memoirs for my soul I write, these memoirs for my woes I fight, my demons and my foes That's why my eyes, impure from blood and gold [Verse] Young niggas from the block Came up in the projects With my scammers and some robbers Can't forget my Vatos The bodega was the Casa Trigga hit the celli like "Que pasa?" Slum dogs from Azania Yelling out "Viva la rasa" Smoking Yanga pack, ya rasa Young Moolie with Mullatos Just a Moor from the sewers, I manoeuvred with the ghouls and the goblins We just want to eat the lobster Fеttuccine with the pasta Young Doe Boy drеamt of being a Guido, now he movin' like a mobster This is Basquiat, Picasso This is Phantom of the Opera Conversations with the paupers became compositions I need me an Oscar In the ghetto I'm a saviour, I'm walkin' on water and spitting the gospel In the ghetto ducking Judas and the Devil that's why I speak like a prophet [Chorus] I write, these memoirs for my soul I write, these memoirs for my woes I fight, my demons and my foes That's why my eyes, impure from blood and gold [Interlude] Whatever power you are craving, it will not change what you are The least of us- You came to us from the gutter Your ability gave you station but all the power in the world can't mask the stench beneath- [Outro] The pain of the people