Kenichiro Nishihara ☆ Consider My Love

Consider my love a days in we were
Together so young our love was enough
remember?

1974 the lord put me on this planet with the plan to be as hard as granite, calm spirit,no panic.
I’m the jumper, first grade, mother shake my hair with the kiss, damn he got the strong grip,
as I circle, my father needs buckles from the joy like what habit that disbouncing baby boy with graver,
take towards bean, poetic mc in the future but the now, holding nipple like a hooker.
That’s for crippling gangs and you can be it.
The years progress, mess with that’s a didn’t gathering chess.
Let strategical but meaningful was comleted so fast, third grade that you ain’t fit grade math.
Knew the mulberry stack and have the books of bad shit like-damn those arabian nights.
Was it most I love that the earth my birthright.

Consider my love a days in we were
Together so young our love was enough
remember?

Sundays , a church, watching the preacher worked the poop , sit next to mum,
paying attention on you getting pink against the wall.
Times were serious to love(…)about sponsors are paid so we had to donate.
And those days hip hop was ill, conformant to the wack performer, was unreal.
And listen that’s real, we’d kill for a chance to go dance some.
What hop music was hot and new voice was popping and groove with hot tops and new shoes to hip hop that incorporated jazz and blues.
In high school (… )was plentyful , magnetic coat round, films was entatic.
Jadded in a minute so much love and love I’m trying to get it through.
Rows and streets, avenues and (…) seek what my heart desires buying tracks that (…) complete.

Consider my love a days in we were
Together so young our love was enough
remember?

No stamily functions, no way eruptions bussin’ the dosens on kid goats maybe the cause since this all love and good spirit.
It’s the hearing that the older generations chasing up dreams, is that concrete for all our lust.
We use to boost of it.
Young kids with the itch to have’em grooved send fly kicks, make it daunts.
California rays so the hustle was in grain from date one baked once to threaten, give it up.
Childhood was good from start in the Englewood .
Lost track in fact was the foundation lies that now mad trucks back up to speed the track up by plea,
no crack up the dirt before we act up, from the from to the brain and pact caused the soul d,
a hole week but pea, you still gang, they need some chain but memory state the same cause brain aparts with…

Consider my love a days in we were
Together so young our love was enough
remember?