We reminisce driving down memory lane
The house we grew up in
Sometimes causes me bane
King of the neighborhood
I command all that I survey
Once smoked pot at that guys house
Once had a girl in that one and got laid
We measure looking backwards on how we might have been
Nostalgia distorts reality
Think you have a perfect memory
Bet some friends will disagree
Funny how we paint
With broad strokes on our canvass
Memories that are more forgiving
Selecting ones that take fewer chances
So we continue to repeat
This remembrance now faded
Pointing to the parts
That we’ve embellished and paraded
This process we use
On how we express
Accurate or not
It’s not really what we’ve done, but rather how we confess
Master and commander
Our pride on sentry
Telling our tales
In line with our gentry
Talk it up kids
Tell us of those deeds
The camouflage of ego
Will rarely ever concede
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DCG
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