Memento - Melanin 9, Wun Two

Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind

Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes

Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime

Mirrors align, is it just a sign?

Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind

Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes

Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime

It’s just a sign, is this just a sign?

It all depends on how you look at life

You may see a difference to my blue and whites

Different perspectives interject when we’re viewing light

We don’t see the same shit in the spectrum of our truer sight

He hung me off a wooden pine with Henny stains

Flick the dust between my eyes before he decided to aim

Looked directly through my lens and saw vessels riddled with pain

Crime adolescents licking off pebbles for instant fame

Liquor in his frame flicking through my memory circuits

Watching the chick he taped from last night with Hennesey twerking

And started cheesing he shook me up to stop my brain from freezing

Sometimes the pictures stored in my head are used for dreaming

So I doze off, the last one was taken with the scope off

Resemble Kodak Black with his neck snapped and nose shot

It’s kinda rare sketches of a man drawn to violent peers

Looking at the photos of his cousin tryna' hide his tears

I weigh about a kilo light a couple inches height

My brain contains a cartridge with a megapixel sight

They pull me out to snap pictures of life scanned and exposed

Passage to films the characters, the fabrics of my soul

I heard the image is subjective to the brain

I heard the image is receptive to the pain

Weaving my soul through these wires and leaving prints

Every moment from this universe expands from within

With the gadgets on my skin as they grab me to begin

Catch a panoramic action shot infractions in a glimpse

Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind

Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes

Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime

Mirrors align, is it just a sign?

Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind

Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes

Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime

It’s just a sign, is this just a sign?