Skyzoo - Memory Serves Me lyrics

Born alone die alone's what the motto is
Lived up to every word, overly proud of it
But knowing there's tag teams when you get
To the heart of it for all of us lucky
Enough to know where our fathers is
Our father who art in the living room
Cracking a brew
Know where I'm attached even when
I'm attached to the stoop
Thinking I'm doing more than I am
'til you hand me the news
Like I know everything you that you on
I'm actually you i grew up outside just like
The rest of us did, him included
Prayer hands up for all of the
Ways that I been influenced
Fully loaded, one stick for the crew
Stick and moving 14 in my pop's hands
Hoping his grip will loosen
But fuck if it didn't
He never would so I was
Good on a couple decisions
Remember so and so had pulled out
A bucket to pitch in
I fell back when I would
Normally jump in position
Regretted it til they put
Everyone under the prison
That's like one of 100 times
But feeling obligated to jump up
In front the line
Stuck am I between a corner
Store and a blurried line
Where the shootings' forever and
The lobster is butterflied
Stuck am I, down for whatever, nothing rides
But knowing how the end of
The movie is underlined
And knowing my pop starred in
That movie a couple times
I already knew the script, what a surprise

If memory serves me
I remember wondering what all of that work be
Posted on the same stoop like
What the word be
But someone was always standing behind
Me to curb me from off where that curb be
If memory serves me
Son I remember jumping off
The stoop all thirsty
But being taught that the corner
Won't ever deserve me
And someone was always standing behind
Me to curb me from off where that curb be
If memory serves me

I was born in Kings County
Shooters beside me my son was born in the
Same hospital as Blue Ivy
My father was 20, I was 35
I'm still tryna measure up to
The world he designed
I'm in a world of a bind
Like how worldly am I?
To understand the corner store and
The world it defines
But comfy in Carnegie Hall like
My world wasn't dire
A world of broadway and a world of suppliers
Bag a nickel bag of funk on the live '96 case
And write a thesis on what you
See and how the fix tastes
Stories that they sing when it
Hit's and how it fixates
My average through the roof but
Still grainy as mixtapes
And po-9 see me the same as
Who standing next to me
But knowing the drop due to my
Pop's how I get to be
Giving you all the above as opposed
To a sketch of me
And all of the should've could've would'ves
That I could've put up
And now I look up, red cup pour down
Walls full of murals
Shit my father tore down
All of this was thought out
Whether I was thinking or not
Somebody was thinking in case I
Ain't think out the box
So stuck am I, down for whatever
Nothing rides but knowing how the end of
The movie is underlined
And knowing my pop starred in
That movie a couple times
I already knew the script, what a surprise

If memory serves me
I remember wondering what all of that work be
Posted on the same stoop like
What the word be
But someone was always standing behind
Me to curb me from off where that curb be
If memory serves me
Son I remember jumping off
The stoop all thirsty
But being taught that the corner
Won't ever deserve me
And someone was always standing behind
Me to curb me from off where that curb be
If memory serves me

My memory ain't fade yet
I came up out the same
Door off the same steps
In love with in the same allure
Like what is we waiting for
'Til I'm gone know that I ain't change yet

If memory serves me
I remember wondering what all of that work be
Posted on the same stoop like
What the word be
But someone was always standing behind
Me to curb me from off where that curb be
If memory serves me
Son I remember jumping off
The stoop all thirsty
But being taught that the corner
Won't ever deserve me
And someone was always standing behind
Me to curb me from off where that curb be
If memory serves me