1992

1992

Rejjie Snow

92 dreams, 92 kids,

92 queens, 92 kings,

92 boys, 92 girls,

92 beats, a 92 world

Just a black nigar, smoking my cigar.

Puff, puff, that’s that ****

Was born in 92, she was 86, I mean 93.

She’d make a brother stiff

Dark blue eyes, caramel lips.

Momma was a preacher, daddy kinda rich

The year of 92, I mean 93

This little boy Rejjie, the birds and the bees

Three was the age, read it from the page.

Confusion occurred and daddy got rage.

Back in 92, Dr. Dre came.

The Chronic in my room, daddy would play.

Started making raps, around 98.

When Big L died, the lord give and takes away.

The greatest of the greatest, the worst of the worst

I,I fall in love way too easily.

Used to treat them nice,

and now I treat them like they treating me

But this isn’t me eagerly

Cause I’d rather retreat up where the sweeter be.

But if its unrequited,

then its right for me to flee the scene

Like 96

Seems my daddy might have dipped.

And that was it.

Me, I was 2

So now I couldn’t give a ****

But bettered few when the clever grew

Stepping out askew

He was bruising to prove the news

Never show him up if I did

I never wanted to tell the honest truth when he would ask me.

Silent sitting in car seats,

while he’s hitting the palm trees.

I’m with him,

and he be steady grinning.

The lights reflecting off his gold teeth are blurring my vision,

But the wheels continue spinning.

Playing the victim,

that was his position.

Heat him speaking some wisdom to women without any vision

Momma wishing, sat reminiscing.

She couldn’t kiss him.

The truth is, he was still useless, we wouldn’t miss him

92 dreams

92 kids

92 queens

92 boys, 92 girls, 92 beats,

A 92 world