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Texas Gun I'ma prove you wrong.
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Genre
Hip-Hop New School
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Peak #5,910
Peak in subgenre #463
Uploaded
March 06, 2004
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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speaks for itself
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Verse 1 chillin' at the park, then i watched in amazement/ as a man got stabbed and he fell to the pavement/ why when i think is this shit always on my mind?/ i hoped that i'd forget about it all in due time/ but i wake up from dreams where i'm getting jumped by 5 guys/ and i still remember everyone of my parents white lies/ or when my supposed friend went and beat me with a lock/ couldn't see, but i walked dripping blood down my block/ then i passed out in my neighbors front yard/ i guess that's what you get when you try to act hard/ i try to black them out, but they keep comin' through/ don't have any good thoughts that i could run to/ i wonder why.....why can't i cope/ everytime i think, it's like my neck's connected to a rope/ and i choke on the words that i don't have a chance to say/ i just hope i have the courage to chance one day/ hook x2 Lord I'm asking for you help to rid myself of these bad memories/ it's hard to make it to the end of the day when your very own thoughts are your worst enemies/ Verse 2 these memories of mine will haunt me til the day i die/ like the first time i ever saw my mama cry./ after my dad came in all pissy and wasted/ yellin' stupid shit and he started to break shit/ i couldn't face it, hid in the in the back of my room/ thought it was ok, then i heard a crash anda boom/ i ran out yellin' you better not hit her/ turned the corner and found him just wailin' on my sister/ my mom was on her knees just beggin' him to stop/ i was standin' there, sayin', that's not my pops./ so now my mom's cryin', my sis is hurtin', i didn't think it was true/ i just bottled it inside, what else is a young kid to do?/ then i grew up so when i got thinking again/ i realeasd my pain through the ink in my pen/ then i started to rap, now i can tell you in words/ what i have seen, everything that hurts/ hook x2 Verse 3 can't go a day without picturin' my best friend/ loosin' his life on the courts in the west end/ of my old neighborhood back down in houston/ ended on bad terms, now i can't tie up loose ends/ i never really got the chance to tell you good bye/ when the news about your death had spread, our whole hood cried/ and we wondered why, the lord took such a good soul./ i know the good die young, but that's not how it should go./ i can't shake the fact that you will not be back/ you saw me as your brother even though you were black/ now like cain, i feel i was the reason you were slain./ the results of all my actions, have caused so many pain./ i don't know what i was thinking when i went back to that park/ you tried to get me out of there when you saw that gun spark/ you took me by the arm, heard them the gun again/ we kept runnin, but i was unaware a bullet hit you, friend/ i knew something was wrong when you started to let go/ i watched as you fell, you watched as i said no/ and i'll never forget the last look that you gave me/ or how you sacrificed everything just to save me/ that crimson pool where you had lay/ it still haunts me to this very day/ and since the good really do die young...../ i'ma live forever under service to the gun/ hook x1
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