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Hennessy - Memory Lane

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Published on Nov 3, 2011

I wrote this one a long time ago, but was unable to record it for a long time and forgot about it until recently. So I decided to re-record it. Hope you all enjoy.

LYRICS:

Memory Lane

My mind feels flooded with every chemical,
like a mad scientist entered me and placed first in a festival.
Like I'm medical grass for a man with arthritis,
and although he can blaze, his hands are tortured when he writes this.
And so what's the gain? If you're taking pain, while you work your brain,
like lois lane workin while jerking Superman. I'm just sayin,
That the rap game, has turned into a race to fame.
Lyricism's ignored while MC's try to hype their name.
Do you remember the days, chilling on memory lane?
When raping and living and learning were all one and the same?
But since then, it's all been rearranged, altered and exchanged.
I feel estranged as if rap has been shortchanged.
So I gather my mind to find the divine line between
the nine to five grind and my time to rhyme and unwind.
Because I'm blind and intertwined into a bind.
So what's my place in this game? The answer remains unrefined.

Memory lane is no
Place to hold in vain,
so remember those days,
and try to work through the pain.
That this life deals,
agony and stress we feel,
but in a memory,
you will heal.

Thunder and rain, pouring outside my door.
Feeling suicidal thoughts from many years before.
Deja vu, ces't impossible quand je suis mort.
But nostalgia ain't possible when I'm dead on the floor.
When I was a young lad, the rain wasn't so bad.
We would play till we were drenched, then come home to mom and dad.
Over dinner at our pad, talk abut the time we had.
But we grew out of that fad, and it makes me kinda sad,
Cause the sequels of these people that we used to know,
Ended up with hearts colder than blistering snow.
Ended up with the white devil creeping up their nose.
But when you've finished growing u that's just the way it goes.
So I'mma spit my flows, to those who you call bros,
And friends from the past, that you left long ago.
And your childhood home, and your first cell phone,
But now you're done with those times, so say goodbye and let go.

Memory lane is no
Place to hold in vain,
so remember those days,
and try to work through the pain.
That this life deals,
agony and stress we feel,
but in a memory,
you will heal.

Heal the days of childhood bullying through my pen,
In grade one two the four five six, seven eight nine and ten.
When I wasn't friends with Jen, Glen, Ben or Ken,
They'd circle me like hens cooped up in a pen. Singing
"Dylan is so different, give him bloody imprints.
If he tells the teachers, we'll tell them that that we didn't."
Little did they know how I'd grow to flow,
Like a river of words with a wondrous glow.
So now here I am, presenting a brand new Hennessy,
determined to present unto this world, a new equity.
No more tragedy, just pure serenity.
But life will always make me face another enemy.
So I go to a place where nobody can touch me
Cause life in the present is getting to ugly.
But when I am with all the angels up above me
I'll laugh at my enemies smiling smugly.
The life that I'm living's insane,
but when I need to disconnect, I'll visit memory lane.

Memory lane is no
Place to hold in vain,
so remember those days,
and try to work through the pain.
That this life deals,
agony and stress we feel,
but in a memory,
you will heal.

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