Scars and Memories - MF Grimm

Scars and memories, Memories and scars, I look up in the sky and I wonder where

you are

Can’t nobody diss my nigga, Damn, I miss my nigga

Memories and scars, Scars and memories, talk to me kid cause I need some

guidance please

Can’t nobody diss my nigga, Damn, I miss my nigga

Scars and memories, Memories and scars, I look up in the sky and I wonder where

you are

Can’t nobody diss my nigga, Damn, I miss my nigga

I’m writing this letter from Lenox Hill Hospital

I’m so sorry, that I missed your funeral

But silhouettes of you are trapped inside my head

As I lay in ICU hangin on wishin I was dead

Tryin to convince someone to pull the plug and let it end

I lost my best friend, plus I’ll never walk again

Now that you’re gone, it really don’t matter

Becomin a star, becomin a superstar

God threw rocks at my glass heart and it shattered, I look up in the sky and I

wonder where you are

Cryin like a baby, starin atcha pictcha (picture)

I’m mad at the world kid, I’m wishin I was with ya

The world is on my shoulders now the weight is kinda heavy

I loved my little shorty but my little shorty left me

In a few minutes time, with the help of a nine

I went from king of the rhymes to the victim of crime.

I gotta stop,

and wipe my tears G

Ayo J, respond, let me know you hear me

You will walk again, J. Black won’t letcha down

As for rap, represent, and snatch the fuckin crown

Fuck to most these rappers, cause you know they’re not your friends

So don’t wait for no battle, bring the noise straight to them

I don’t give a damn if the nigga is ya idol

Implant in his head that he better think survival

I don’t give a fuck about his crew or the fame, each one of them niggas step to

them and blow em off the frame

But J I want the days, when we were just chillin

Ridin around in cars, dressin nice, and countin millions

Those days are over for us so understand, you my man, but it’s time to step

forward and represent the fam

Like I’m Jesus Christ, I’m payin for our sins

Take these niggas to war for me, let the games begin

I want you off the street cause the street is not the move

Don’t let me die for nothin, test your skills, show and prove

Niggas think they ill, but show em you are iller

In the past yo we killed but wasn’t raised to be no killers

Money and murder’s hand in hand, it goes with territory

Manhattan war stories, what a price to pay for glory.

Cash Rules…

But everyone around us is not down with us, they front, when they’re around us

There’s jealousy, envy, niggas wanna hurt me

I can’t move my legs, J so that shit just hurts me

Right now I’d be better off dyin G

I don’t think that I can function in society

Cause I paid the cost, you paid the cost, the family paid the cost,

and now I’m feelin lost

Because you went away

And now my skies are gray

I don’t know what to feel

I don’t know what to say

I don’t know what to do

I need you to impinge

My life is like a door, hanging off the hinge

I try to improvise, and go with the flow

But to my surprise, the flow is so slow

I’m really confused, advice you have to give

I’m not afraid to die, but right now I’m afraid to live

I don’t know my title so I’m a little sad man

What’s the difference between a genius and a madman?

A genius is exceptional, he breaks down the whole

Mad men are not men, they do have a goal

To be a genius or a madman is in your mind…

But is it possible for the two to intertwine?

Yes, when a genius uses poems, just to focus on crime, greed, or make nuclear

bombs all the time

In this materialistic world is there any kind of hope?

(Nope) Will Catholics ever have a black Pope?

I write rhymes like Riddler

List them like Schindler

Alot of religious figures on this planet are just swindlers

Sight beyond sight, those of twilight, the afterlife, a new world is what I like

You don’t like Commandments but just do them

Aight, but when you talk to God again could you give these questions to him?

They can’t be too long, cause he’s a busy man, so tell me about six,

and I’ll relay em if I can

God, (one) Why’s my mighty nation lost?

(two) Why’d you let Jesus Christ be put on the cross?

(three) Why’s my people poor and oh so sore?

(aiight) In harlem all I see is funeral homes and liquor stores

(four) Why’d you let the Indians get used and abused?

(five) Why’d you let Hitler crucify all the jews?

(alright) some races will never see the best outta life

(true) it’s like you made a big ass test outta life

I got love for you God, but could you explain to me

(six) why you took my legs and J and dished out so much pain to me?

Don’t stress it, kid.

It’s life, and not even death can seperate the love