Holographic memories of yesterday are beckoning me to grab a wave and ride on out Urging me to tell the world what life in the Green's back in the day was all about But when I tell these stories it ain't gonna rhyme As a matter of fact it's going to defy meter and time Like the fond memories that I possess Of the way you carried yourself and the way you spoke more or less For some reason on several occasions I always remember walking about 10 steps behind you on the way to Miss Ellie Mae's Man, you seemed so tall! You were my oldest brothers age You use to play ball... Then one day my mother walked in and told us all the saddest news, And that feeling that I felt on that day has stayed with me I can't pick and choose Which memories come flooding back like a raging river All I can say is that they make me who I am and I DELIVER...