The Old Days

Its that type of joint that you burn, put in your system and roll to.
I ain't got to spark a blunt im keeping it old school
Just me and my music and my 03 camry, it ain't much but if it gets me to my girl shit ill be happy
Rolling through my city passing streets i used to walk through.
Memories of school and all the girls i used to talk to
Flashbacks to the time when I drank my first mickeys, paint stains on my dickies, freight trains on a quickie.
Graff writers know what the fuck im talking about
Member the very first time you got socked in the mouth?
I do.
Every week I used to get my ass beat
All the times I ran from the cops coulda been a athlete.
I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat...
so im running through your backyard like its a track meet
See, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems and I don't show up to school cause the teachers say not to bother
Prolly cause they lost HOPE in our generation.
All I needed was some guidance and some elevation.
But they ain't have it so I tried to act cool and hung with the wrong crowd
Never follow the rules so I bump this song loud.
So selfish I never thought id make mom proud, now she taking pictures from the crowd she needa calm down.
Never made a song without putting my soul in it
And this is only getting started, this is for my dearly departed, we out here living homieee
I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days.
Miss the good times, back when everything was okay
Cause we had no worries, no cares...
but nothing is the same, life just ain't fair