When staying up late meant no sleep till half past 8
When pinkie swears were promises no limit could stop
And being COOL meant ice pops and summer flops
A time when Getting KFC meant lunch for the whole block and me
and Calling someone your friend meant having
the audacity to care
Secrets left untold, Lo and Behold
No BBM, we felt each others presence.
Side to side like tiles at CTM
Dusty shoes, missed curfews
genuine Can I play with you's
genuine Can I play with you's
When "See you later” wasn’t next year, rather right after school
and Boys in the hood protected you from the goons
from the shadows they so innocently stood
Close my eyes and wake me up to a time
when hanging on trees wasn't a silly crime
when playing monopoly beat watching tv
And Badboys had PuffDaddy and not P.Diddy
A time when I would sit and laugh with my brothers
about how they'd one day be as fathers
When we'd have 4 o'clock tea with bread and polony
and Thank the Gods that he made it to that next grade class,
we'd use his books so homework we'd bypass
Mindless Ambition, Pride and Greed grow from that selfish plant seed
Swag is a DuRag like a BAG over your eyes
making you redundant to the pungent smoke from your lifestyle-fag
choking me as though i posses the lungs of an Old Hag
I cant see through your aura, you've killed all the fauna
I don't want to deal with the petty shit
living facades of our lives, that aint it
those lies we web will like bees echo loud and someday sting
Take me to a time when simple things were fun things
I wanna go back to the time when Simple things were fun things...
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