Lyrics 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
fucking
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...
Everything
around
us
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?
[J.
Black]
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
What
do
you
see?
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
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2 Take Em to War
3 Manhattan Interview
4 King of New York
5 Get Down
6 Hip Hop Interview
7 So What You Want?
8 Getting Shot Interview
9 Bloody Love Letter
10 Comrade Interview
11 Scars and Memories
12 Percy Carey Interview
13 Crumb Snatchers
14 In The End
15 AIDS
16 MF Grimm Interview
17 The Original
18 Wack MCs
19 Do It For The Kids
20 Emotions
21 Dedicated
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