back in tha days it was diff-e-rent, innocence was what we had, no guns, no sex, no bags//

no difference if we were labeled wit tags, fabeled to be sad, but we cradle our schwag//

but back then we didnt toke weed, we had no need-cuz, our imagination pleased-us//

we had plastic guns and a swing-set, in the apartments back when we didnt bling-yet//

as if we even bling now, but i bling in tha rhymes that i shout, always turnin up tha beats too loud//

back then we listened to da dip and tag-team, in tha car wit our moms for we even had-green//

as if we even have green, some of us have jobs and stay mad-clean, but tha rest of us wish we had-dreams//

dreams are made through visions of your self in action, at night i see my self in dreams rappin, seems that things-happen.