- Memoirs of Entry III - Mickey Factz

I remember being a kid right?

And my uncle he practically raised me.

I remember him coming over when my pops went to work and he would have all

this ink on his hands, on his clothes, on his sneakers and I’d be confused

cause its like 7 am.

I’d find out later, he was in the train yard with his boys.

Tagging every train that they left unattended.

That’s so cool man.

That’s so fucking cool

And we weren’t rich at all.

Actually, we were barely making.

Especially,

under this, this tyrant.

Ronald Reagan… This fucking guy.

Republicans man.

I mean I don’t trust no government official.

But, republicans, they the worst.

I mean, I get it, he’s a puppet, in a grand scheme of things but how you…

how… how are you an actor?

An actor… and you become president?

That’s that bullshit man.

And then, he comes up with some shit called

Reaganomics, which only help his friends to get more money.

The rich.

And keep minorities like… like my family and and and my friends families in

the dark.

Then… the muthafucka… introduced our communities to crack cocaine

which was modern day genocide thanks to the C.I.A… Everybody selling this

bullshit… all through the streets and shit.

I don’t even wanna talk about A.I.

D.S… that came up in his administration too and of course he had some

bullshit excuse about that shit too

Ima tell you a story… I came home from school one day right.

And I saw this

drug dealer with a baby carriage on the corner.

I said «Ay, you got a pretty

daughter.

That’s a cute.

pretty pretty daughter.»

You know what this mutha…

This muthafucka said… «This is not my child.

It’s Teresa’s from 1199.

She ain’t have all the money, so uh, I’m baby sitting until she comes back.

«Teresa was a drug user, selling her own child, for 3 minutes of fucking

pleasure man… Talk about being an 80's baby.

Its fucked up.

Fuck you Ronald

Reagan

MauSe…

I’m an 80's baby

I feel like I’m 80's crazy

So I have about 80 questions to figure out how the 80's made me

Uncover the truth, lies are the proof

Only you can do is trust in you

80's baby, a child of the Reagan Era

But that don’t mean we’re made in terror

Amen!

Conjunction junction, what’s ya function for action

Lunging punches like its Dungeons & Dragons?

A hundred lunches for the bums that’s staggering

Cause the government fronts on job hunting for blacks and

Why the C.I.A.

deliver and administer

The sinister finisher of crack cocaine into the middle of black america

Pull up the cinema cause they killing us

These assholes need to get enemas

Why did a famous actor become president?

Why is Michael Jackson skin a little cinnamon?

Why is the cold war going on and on?

And why it took so long for the Berlin Wall to fall?

Pray for the souls of Lennon & Marvin Gaye

But how can anyone kill these 2 greats?

Display and decay are the questions I portray

And did A.I.D.S.

really come from the gays or Ronald Reag?

His explanation was so vague

A plague from a monkey enslaved

While created in a lab as a phase

To destroy inner cities along with cocaine

Broken down to a strain of rock

That needed flame to spark

Into the brain & heart

Until your frame was chalked out

Wherever you walked you saw a corpse that’s tossed into the grave

The 80's… Those were the days