Deep in Your Memory

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, till 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

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I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated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 **** 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'

Describin' how I'm risin, hypnotizin'

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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

Somewhere in your mind

And real deep in your memory

You try to hide away

Your true feelings

Child abused, as a child

Child Magoo, buck-wild

Welfare, met the cake

Too much sugar, in the Kool-Aid

Misfit, until

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 pen in some paper

Take notes, play ya later

Praise God, he made ya

No, man, but praiser

Somewhere in your mind

And real deep in your memory

You try to hide away

Your true feelings

Somewhere in your mind

And real deep in your memory

You try to hide away

Your true feelings