"Remember the Time"
Written and Produced by Grip Grand/ G. Winogrond for Broakland Music, BMI and by Darondo for Ubiquitunes, BMI
(Adlibs)
Chorus:
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
This is for fallen soldiers,
This is for fallen angels,
This is for hustlers in Heaven still workin' all the angles.
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
Remember the time,
Remember the place,
Remember the day
I first saw your face.
Verse:
This for my great uncle. He gave me good advice.
Came back to life once-I guess he couldn't twice.
Sat at his funeral silent and didn't say nothin'...
I had to laugh to keep from cryin', I ain't frontin'.
This for my wife's pops. Even when life stops,
She don't forget it, kept his necklace in a white box...
And every day when I see it,
I tell him "Thank you" for leavin' his daughter
Now I got a reason for breathin'.
This for my grandfathers. My grandma Esther, too.
My grandma Claire, still here, we remember you.
This is for hard times. This is for better days.
This for my folks who decided to go they separate ways.
This for my pop's struggle. This for my mom's hustle.
Single mother, plus she was in school? That's a strong hustle.
You had to p*** your watch? Put up your name buckle?
Welcome to Broakland...I grew up in the same jungle.
I play the Ojays, backstabbers always
Try to get over but, yo', I'ma show 'em the doorway.
That's how they do you in the streets, I guess.
I can't sleep, but it's killin' me-I need my rest!
My little cousin 'bout to go to jail...who can afford the bail?
Judge let the case go forward, told him it's no appeal.
That's how it is-it'll always be f*****.
We ended up in Broakland, where I'll always be stuck,
But...
Chorus 2:
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
This is for hustlers in Heaven still workin' all the angles.
This is for fallen soldiers,
This is for fallen angels.
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
Remember the time,
Remember the place,
Remember the day
I first saw your face.
(Adlibs)
Written and Produced by Grip Grand/ G. Winogrond for Broakland Music, BMI and by Darondo for Ubiquitunes, BMI
(Adlibs)
Chorus:
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
This is for fallen soldiers,
This is for fallen angels,
This is for hustlers in Heaven still workin' all the angles.
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
Remember the time,
Remember the place,
Remember the day
I first saw your face.
Verse:
This for my great uncle. He gave me good advice.
Came back to life once-I guess he couldn't twice.
Sat at his funeral silent and didn't say nothin'...
I had to laugh to keep from cryin', I ain't frontin'.
This for my wife's pops. Even when life stops,
She don't forget it, kept his necklace in a white box...
And every day when I see it,
I tell him "Thank you" for leavin' his daughter
Now I got a reason for breathin'.
This for my grandfathers. My grandma Esther, too.
My grandma Claire, still here, we remember you.
This is for hard times. This is for better days.
This for my folks who decided to go they separate ways.
This for my pop's struggle. This for my mom's hustle.
Single mother, plus she was in school? That's a strong hustle.
You had to p*** your watch? Put up your name buckle?
Welcome to Broakland...I grew up in the same jungle.
I play the Ojays, backstabbers always
Try to get over but, yo', I'ma show 'em the doorway.
That's how they do you in the streets, I guess.
I can't sleep, but it's killin' me-I need my rest!
My little cousin 'bout to go to jail...who can afford the bail?
Judge let the case go forward, told him it's no appeal.
That's how it is-it'll always be f*****.
We ended up in Broakland, where I'll always be stuck,
But...
Chorus 2:
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
This is for hustlers in Heaven still workin' all the angles.
This is for fallen soldiers,
This is for fallen angels.
This is a dedication
To those who moved on
Because the world couldn't hold 'em, they soul was too strong.
Remember the time,
Remember the place,
Remember the day
I first saw your face.
(Adlibs)