Refrain:
In a black album with a silver button
I'm maintaining all these images in my head
I remember, back when I was young and wild in the hood
I'm maintaining these images in my head
In a black album with a silver button
I'm maintaining all these images in my head
I remember, the first time we were chilling in the loft
I'm maintaining these images in my head
Once upon a time,
32 years ago, mom was pregnant, she screams, for I'm coming!
I was too cute without hair on my balls
But they will grow, just wait for it
I grew up in the east until I was 9
Orange lights and grey buildings, then the departure into new land
That decision didn't deliver good things only
It was not easy for us three to get it going
But that's how it happened
And my father... I don't want to talk about him
I no longer expect anything
I wouldn't believe anyone, would trust only a few faces
Outside at night, my eyes knew nothing than street lights
Conserved and archived, I have it stored
Initialed and numbered, so I have it easy
And though the memories are slowly fading away
At least I know exactly where to find them
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Back then on the court with Bobby and so on
That rap-thing, our new hobby and so on
And that weed-thing, 2 gramm on commission and so on
We were dreaming about being stars and so on
I was wearing the Jordans with holes and then a round of basketball
In the smoking area Jamal was on the stake
Weither we had fun back then? Take a guess!
But we were not drawing on the school desk just for fun
University was not my thing, not even one semester
We were in need of money, we were rebels, we knew everything better
We hang around and made noise
The microphone in the closet, we knew it would work
And now it is conserved and archived, I have it stored
Initialed and numbered, so I have it easy
And though the memories are slowly fading away
At least I know exactly where to find them
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In my black album with a silver button
There are many images of a guy with a silver head
And many images of good friends and friends who became enemies
From cars with 1000 hp and brides with epic curves
From parties, concerts, broken parts and doctors
And the grades, from the first to the last one
I have images of holidays, images of my grandpa
I was so damn sad when he was dead
But I have it conserved and archived
I have it stored, initialed and numbered
So I have it easy
I know for sure I will not do well for ever
But what remains are the memories
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