[hook]
With a flash Im sent back into the days of my youh//
From earning cash mowing the lawn to learning to tie my shoes//
What happened to these days, days of innocence and bliss//
I sit back and think about those days, sit and reminicse//
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[Verse 1]

You remember the days when the worst thing you could say was someone was gay?//
The days of innocence and vigor, 25 cent lemonades after the bike race//
Make believe that we're Indians, "painting" war paint with markers on our face//
The paint, age and the joy of fun has washed off with my age//

Back in the days of pretty girls and puppy love not horniness and a fly hunnies//
No stand up comedy, just words like boob and pee pee were hilariously funny//
No taggings, we were happy with the runny pictures tacked on our fridges of bunnies//
We needed that new Power Ranger and our parents had to get it for us, regardless of money//
Minimum wage and welfare were unknown to us, everyday was fun and sunny//

The day long games of football and playing games of doctor//
But no one ever really got hurt, just like there were no real robbers//

Ignorance was bliss, no, getting high or smoking a J//
No one would ever die, your friends are there to stay//
You would never grow old, you could play all day//
A young A2Z and my life back in the day//



[Hook]

Verse 2
Sno cones and big wheels left behind, now we were maturing//
Our voices getting deeper and our chins were furring//
Starting realizing the almighty dollar could bring//
It could bring us happiness, whether it be weed or clothing//

Materialistic asshole, ha, that was me wit all my clothes//
Never seen without sporting FUBU, Sean John or Southpole//
Getting more mature, went from playgrounds to parole//
hanging with your boys, wait anxiously on look out patrol//

Coppers rolling up and not looking up at with awe and pride//
They were now the enemy, from who every secret yo had to hide//
Trying to act cool, not to let the pigs know that your fried//
Get handcuffed and wishing that you had ODed abd just had died//

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Verse 3
Sitting inside a jail cell next to two rapists and one arsonist//
Listening to to them compare stories about how thier lifes came to this//
Stories abut sodomizing youngs boys about how in thier mouth they would take a piss//
Sitting on your bunk crying with nothing to do but reminisce and parents to miss//

You think back on your childhood and think of all the good times//
Back to the days of cartoons and when your will to live was at its prime//
Back before you thought of change before drugs when someone mentioned a dime//
Three years of fun living on he streets, now stuck with twenty years of grime//

This is it, you cant take it, young pick the rope out of the drawer//
Loop it on a bar of your cell, climb so high you cant climb anymore//
You shold on to the bar and urge yourself to count to four//
You jump, theres a giant crack, your feet stop inches from the floor//

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