Memory Lane E

Sitting in the park where the echoes still argue With time. Old heads trade war stories for bottles of cheap Wine. I see ghosts on the benches playing dice with My youth. Every crack in the concrete holds a piece of My truth. Memory lane, where the laughter and pain Coincide. Where the living pay homage to the ones who Died. I light one for the fallen, Watch the smoke write my name. Memory lane, forever engraved in the flame. Before the deals, before the fame, before the world Knew my name. We was kings in the projects playing a dangerous Game. Now I carry them all in every bar that I spit. Turned our pain into power, That's the ultimate gift. Those days, we can never go back, But we never forget. Memory Lane.