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In a black photo album with a silver button I keep all these pictures in my head I remember when I was young and picturesque in the block I keep these pictures in my head In a black photo album with a silver button I keep all these pictures in my head I remember when we chilled in the block for the first time I keep these pictures in my head It was a long, long time ago 32 years ago, when my mom was pregnant She was screaming, because I'm coming I was so cute without the hair on my back But they're still growing, just wait I grew up in the east until I was 9 Orange is light and grey houses, then the break into the new country I can't just leave good things to the decision Because it wasn't always easy for us to fit in here But everything just happened And my father, I don't want to talk about him, I don't expect anything more I didn't want to believe anyone, just dared to look at a few faces At night outside, the eyes only knew streetlights Preserved and archived, I saved it Paraphrased and numbered, so I have it easy When the memory also slowly disappears, I know exactly where to find it In a black photo album with a silver button I keep all these pictures in my head I remember when I was young and picturesque in the block I remember when I was young and picturesque in the block In a black photo album with a silver button I keep all these pictures in my head I remember when I was young and picturesque in the block I remember when I was young and picturesque in the block Back then on the farm with Bobby and stuff This rap thing, our new hobby and stuff And this grass thing, 2 grams on commie and stuff We dreamed we would be a celebrity and stuff I pulled the Jordans with the holes and then a round of basketball Jamal was standing in the corner of the smoke, waiting for the ball If we had fun back then, guess what? But we didn't paint the school wall just for fun University didn't always fit in my world, not even a semester and a half We needed money, we were rebels, we knew everything better We hung around and made music, the microphone in the closet We knew it would work and now it's preserved and archived I saved it, paraphrased and numbered, so I have it easy When the memory also slowly disappears, I know exactly where to find it In a black photo album with a silver button I will hold these pictures all in my mind I remember when I was young and picturesque in the block I will hold these pictures in my mind In a black photo album with a silver button I will hold these pictures all in my mind When we chilled for the first time in the pitch I will hold these pictures in my mind In a black photo album with a silver button are many pictures of a guy with a silver cap and many pictures of good friends and friends who were enemies of cars with a thousand horsepower and girls with awesome curves of parties, of concerts, of the breaks, of the doctors, of the testimonies from the last to the first, I have pictures of the holidays pictures of my grandpa I was so damn sad when he was dead I have preserved and archived it, I have saved it paraphrased and numbered so that I have it easy because I know exactly, it doesn't always work for me but what remains for me is the memory In a black photo album with a silver button I will hold these pictures all in my mind When I was young and picturesque in the block I will hold these pictures in my mind In a black photo album with a silver button I will hold these pictures all in my mind When we chilled for the first time in the pitch I will hold these pictures in my mind In a black photo album with a silver button I will hold these pictures in my mind When we chilled for the first time in the pitch I will hold these pictures in my mind In a black photo album with a silver button I will hold these pictures in my mind
