Yeah
Yeah yeah
This is a story
A modern day ghetto tragedy
About the other side of the game
Shit backfired
Feel me?
Sometimes that's just the way it happens
So listen closely
Might learn somethin'
Check it out
I'm just sittin' smokin' weed and lookin' at some old pictures
From moms house of when I was a young boy
When I was a young boy (yeah)
And the first one that I see is of me & Melinda
on the roof, throwin' gang signs
The kind of homie that you don't find
But she always kept things on her mind
She never was my baby
We had a crush when we was younger
We used to hump & that was it - no bullshit
She was 11, I was 10
But she meant more to me than any woman since
1 - Remember Melinda
I used to stay across the street from her
She coulda been a supermodel
Don't remember doin' shit without her
I often think about her
Remember Melinda
Never really found her way home
But I loved her like my sister
Dear Lord I really miss her
Long as I live (one wish) I'll always...
Remember Melinda
She always had a lot of drama
Watchin' daddy drunk, beatin' on momma
She used to stuff grams in her bra for my nigga Rob
Twistin' niggas was her job - Married to the mob
I used to take her on runs wit me
She sit in my passenger seat and count the funds wit me
It's my fault
I introduced her to the game - found out she couldn't hang
And it's ashame - that I remember (Remember)
When she started actin' crazily
Was the first day she brought a little yay to me (to me)
Let's
