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Reminiscing on the days I ain't what was ahead
What I do to make sho the family fed
at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna class split the needle with a thread
Far away home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even cologne
call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna for Jerry Sloan

Got to college me and had to setup the dorm
Shortly after got the tat on my my upper arm
Hit the volley ball yea that welcome was warm
She crying off time to weather the storm
day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus
I'm Dame from east Oakland I don't know if I'm this
The the temperament right away
if I should stay
In my heart I know that this the right for nicer pay
ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
But serious enough to make me late for practice
be there coach, I'm jumping on the shuttle
He said if you on time that you late you better hustle
Grab my bags, got that swag
IPod slappin, to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, that he grown
Wet behind the tryna show he got some stones

Reminiscing on the days I ain't know was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the fed
Staring at the ceiling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle a thread
Far away from home and so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I play for Jerry Sloan

I been on campus for some time, but I ain't working
I claimed I wanna make it, was first to call my bluff
I ain't have curfew I'm seeing that work do
Up the campus I could tell you every perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a
A lot of for hoopers, a couple sports was salty
I'm sorry, I got up on my job
Game winning treys and I started catching
Won a MVP everybody props
5th metatarsal headed to the docs
Can't it, in my feelings
up in my palms
Moms livin with my auntie set off an
Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin
Bout to make the of the given deck of cards

Reminiscing on the days I ain't know was ahead
What I gotta do to sho the family fed
Staring at the struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a
Far away from home and so alone
A boy men I ain't even wear cologne
call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

Fall 2011, I'm minded, noble
Did the work time for me to do what I'm suppose to
Huey me dominate and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin media, of it was social
Elevated my all I see is casualties
How he get to Weber State, my performance
All the girlies after me, I got chattering
hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me
I'm to the lab, let's that dribble jab
If I get down I'm gettin 20 at half
try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff
I was in my bag, I'ma get the laugh
Coach said on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you how them moments get
He said this year ya last, put you in the Draft
Blazers took me number 6, a mission passed

on the days I ain't know what was ahead
What I do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class the needle with a thread
Far from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Sloan