You Can't Hide from Memories

When some people leave from quietly and quietly cold, rolling on top of the pebbles that hat was covered with snow, and finally lying in the rain, blowing a bitter wind and snow, and snow on the ground It was. There is no embarrassing past in the world, such as reversible trucks and thick cockscomb accents, selling burning chestnuts for passers-by and freezing flowers. There was a warm light at the window of the shop, but no one tried to open it on this cold winter day.

You can not hide in Spanish class. About ten students are sitting in a big circle and there is no place to hide. I sat in the afternoon light on the left side just in front of the window. This is nostalgia and memorial day, my idea is as light as air. I passively listened to the lesson. I feel my bones are very soft. My eyes are wet but not blind. I will continue to work hard in order to pay attention. My eyes are wet. People in a small group gathered and started to shed some tears in my cheek from my eyes. When I cried, I raised my hand to answer the professor's question.

My first memory is hidden. I am trying not to see squatting low. When you grow up in disarray due to addiction, hiding becomes a survival skill. All the people who disappeared caused great confusion in my self consciousness, as if I was watching what I saw on the Curtis Mathes TV I was hurt. If you and I can pick up the remote control and can skip my childhood scene, we can assure that many characters feel relieved as stability of my family life around the formation and collapse of my parents You will notice.

Rakaa, I have been one of my favorite rappers since I was a teenager. I am first to you in the second of NBA Street game (Live On Stage Remix, if memory service), but I have heard the song, I you can not hide, I heard not the first time be able to run away from you I think that. One of the main driving forces of my own evolution. Hip-hop is not only proud of your rights and street culture. Culture itself is to celebrate yourself and give power. Through the metaphor of subtle hints of the struggle for inspiration of the universe and becoming a poor black boy you shine with my light. Even if you try to vomit what you inhale for so long, I am always thankful for this