Lyrics
Let me take you for a trip down my memory lane,
thats Engrained in my Brain, it's strained from the pain,
and this pain leaves a stain, staying for all existance.
and remains just like it came, all in an instance.
Picket Fences, Placed all around the back yard,
I'm Picking places, to make races with my toy car.
From a far, I spy my Grandpa riding by,
On his riding lawn mower, looks overs and waves Hi.
It's got me wondering why, cause I always get a ride.
I'm looking over my shoulder, grandma's on the otherside.
Looks over to her grandson, so young and so handsome.
Despite the outcome, she hands me flowers to plant some
so I transplant 'em, and the second that she leaves me.
I'm free from her security, thinking Grandpa needs me.
A needy 2 year old, growing bold, getting greedy.
Wishing he will greet me but I guess he doesn't see me.
Actually it leaves me, in emergency surgery.
ran me over with the mower, but it's not what really worries me,
cause even though he's hurting me, I can't imagine being him.
thats why I give a hug, everytime I'm seeing him
Febuary 19th, 2004
I was returning to my dorm, that was on the fourth floor.
A friend stopped me, he told told me not to resume,
He told me there's an undercover cop in my room.
The Department of Justice, I Just-Pissed my pants.
My Heart's Beating so hard, It put my mind in a trance.
Nerves shot to shit, god-dammit, I can't Stand it.
I'm only down the hall but i'm on another planet.
They Planned it, They Planned to make a plant hit.
And How they detected it? I can't understand it.
6-man'd it, It's how they held down my place.
Just in case, man they waited for my face.
But no trace, no sign, no haste, they got time.
In my place, they's find, a small case, of mine.
They came in to test me, with a felony that's hateful
but they did not arrest me. and for that i'm grateful.
Going back to high school, With my man Nate Makool.
Straight acts like a tool, but I can't hate this fool.
and I can't wait to rule, this whole school bus,
bust jokes in the back, cause there's no fooling us.
We live dangerous, So come hang with us,
Catching a buzz is must, but not off Angle's Dust.
Cause the only dust i lust for, is the dust from a keef drawer.
Where I keep my bud tore, with a grinder from the beef store.
But Nate Dogg eats more, than his fair share of bad habits.
He went from cigarettes to ganja, mushrooms to x-tablets
Now he's skipping classes, hanging out with a new crew,
Don't really want to judge you, but I've seen the things they do.
And tonights the Rave at 2, So you pop a couple e-pills.
Your boy feeds you acid, just trying to cope some cheap thrills.
but i wonder how he feels, gets chills when he see's this.
Nates' slitting his wrist, saying kill yourself for jesus.
