Back In The Days (For Christopher Wallace)

"Remember back in the days

I used to abstain

Jump across before daybreak

Back to '92 again

Drinking brew again

Never going back to school again

I used to abstain, abstain, abstain

Dressed in white

Running in the rain

And I never complained

Now I'm in all black

'Cause I'm stacked

With mad guilt on my back

I've given my name

I've given my name

I've given my name

I've given my name

Beat down like a freak down town

When nobody came on the bad days

How much medicine you wanna do you in

Pharmaceuticals

Coochie coochie 

Always thought I'd be dead in a grave

It's a good day when you know you got cloud on a cloudy day

It's a good day when you know you got cloud on a cloudy day

I've given my name

I've given my name

I've given my name

I've given my name"

sempre imaginei uma sequela diferente. para mim, para ti, para todos. no fundo sempre imaginei que fôssemos todos diferentes do que somos. personagens épicos, capazes de tudo. o tudo, no entanto, ficou algures pelo caminho. e somos homens e mulheres. apenas. isto não tem piada nenhuma, nem sequer uma sarcástica a justificar a vida, os sentimentos ou os valores. afinal, somos apenas estátuas: homenagens imóveis, saudosistas e menosprezadas.