| When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful…
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| Oh it was beautiful, magical…
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| When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful…
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| Oh it was beautiful, magical…
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| Rap was all I ever thought about, listened to, talked about
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| Back before money was all they talked about, horse shit
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| When I young, the rappers could really rap, kid
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| Now they more concerned about they average
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| Listening to rappers like a student in a lecture
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| Mimicking the cadences and practicing the gestures
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| Eminem was rappin' 'bout pills, so I popped those
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| Swinging my shirt in the air like Petey Pablo
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| Studied the greats from Pun to Tupac
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| Walked around my private school with my tapes in a shoe box
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| Handed my music out to people I sold weed to
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| Watching MTV, tellin' myself «that's gonna be you»
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| Tapin' the radio and puttin' it on cassette
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| Now I’m gettin' bombs after my shit by Funk Flex
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| It’s a trip, man — I just sit back and roll the purple
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| Now watch this whole thing come around full circle
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| Young nigga, influenced by the TV heavy
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| Eatin' Little Debbies', tuned into Fab Five Freddy
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| Vids I watched ‘em all, emulating applause
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| I ain’t fuck with Superman, my super hero was Biggie Smalls
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| Rappin' with my dawgs proudly, nobody was cold as me
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| Wishing somebody’d notice me
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| Dreams to get a deal 'cause the speech so sick
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| Now they talkin' 'bout deals, and I’m like «keep that shit»
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| Went through a lot of BS, lucky me
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| Times had me like «this ain’t what it’s cracked up to be»
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| What’s good for the goose is good for the gander
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| It’s good for the blogs, it’s good for the slander
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| Nowadays, they wishing it was how it was before
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| But that was back in the days when I was young
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| I’m not a kid anymore
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| The OGs that I listened to, I’m friends with
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| When I was younger, a nigga never would’ve thinked this
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| When I was younger nobody told us or showed us, crooked promoters
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| Flint, Michigan, General Motors held the weight on our shoulders
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| Until the shops started closing, felt like ain’t nobody want us
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| Our parents worked to the bone, now they ain’t got a bone to throw us
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| Now see how many kids is daydreaming about a label
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| Yep, this rap shit is a bitch but the only one that was faithful
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| Make it or die trying, at times it almost got fatal
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| My niggas was moving ‘caine in the times they was barely able
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| Brothers killin' brothers, shit goin' on all around me
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| Genesee County would ground me and teachers would try to clown me
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| ‘Cause I had heart that was bigger than my surroundings
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| I got flooded with hate, but no way I could let ‘em drown me
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| Picture this one:
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| I used to go to sleep at night listening to «It Was Written»
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| Then fastforward, Nas is tellin' me «nigga, you gifted»
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| If you fall, just shake it off
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| Now they sayin' it’s my time, but time just caught up with my thoughts
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| When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful…
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| Oh it was beautiful, magical… |