*there should always be sumptin to sing about
and i sing like springtime
i sing like fall
i sing like summertime
and i sing bitter sometimes like winter's frost

and this is my memory song

Aya Oh LaLa
Aya Oh LaLaLa

Sunrise over sadness In sky~ A line of unworthy-ness
The ghetto ain’t no place for flowers like these
They half open
Hopin’ for enuf air to breathe in
Cause they wants to fly
Get higher than those trees
Where memories of ancestors left shadows
Smoke escapes into air that rain down
Down
Down
….on flowers waiting to grow

I sing words of past down logic
Hopin to stop it with me
I know trees that bleed sap
Enuf hurt on the inside
It creates cancer tryin to hide
And silent heroes aren’t made
They grown….and the ghetto ain’t no
Place for flowers like these

We spose to be hunting wildebeest
But we hunting wantabees and husslingbees
And niggas hatin on me and my niggas ridin wit me
And them niggers fighting over choked words
That cut like knives
And bulleted holes bodies
Drugged over flowers that ain’t got no
Business in the ghetto

Ain’t got no room for laziness
Four hundred plus years
And the tears fall on straw
Just ready so so ready to burn
Like ghettos while police fights
Lines drawn so tight
Almost impossible to see which side
Is right
No doubt it is by design and flowers yawl
This fine…..this fine

Was made in rich soil underneath piles
And piles of shitty mine fields
They planted the seed so deep
They whatin expecting flowers like these
So much pollution in our doing
But the ghetto grows and grows and grows
And although you got some of dem flowers in line
They grow and controlled
Nature is nature and she out of your hands


These flowers grows in shadows
Of images left on trees
Seeped in the blood under seas
Walking in the footprints of kings and queens
That knows it all begun
On the grounds of ghettos
Singing like the color purple