I been trying to reach the clouds in bound cletes
My feet seek the ground, the sounds ceased
Looking back on running loose in these wild streets
And for a second I thought I found peace
When I think about it I was in my own type of zone
I wrote notes Mostly to cope In my nights alone
Far from most folks in hopes to hold the microphone
You know the saying different strokes
Gone are the dumb days Of bum jays And ripped nikes
Ditched the hand-me-downs for new kicks that fit nicely
And if the shoe fits I'll find my new bliss and reminisce when I was useless
I swear life is a trip I inch slightly
Into fantasies of yesterdays
In a land of leaves walking where all my wishes fell
And when that camera freeze I paint that perfect picture well
Got childhood homies who fit the cell
I learned to hide behind bars and fear the outside
Where the malicious dwell
That came and crashed down
Thinking 'bout yesterdays
Can't forget where we came from
Can't forget what we made of
I still remember the days
(I still remember the days)
Reach for a promise of decent heights
Going back to the old hood just to see the sights
And say what's up to Brenda and them and peace to Lisa too
I used to have mom stressed, want me back in the house when she call
A young outcast still I could recall
Times out with the homies on that ol' Stone Block was out past
Four in the morning time the homie's home fresh out the pen
We was on the same old shit
Yelling hola at every other Stella Ella I tell ya
Always been a Benita mami meeter
From across the street was where I seen't ya
Girl lemme know if you wit it
We came a long way from the backyard cookouts
'Cause nowadays in my slum we always on the lookout
Can't get this trouble off my mind
I think I need to spend some time away but I can't never seem to find time
That came and crashed down
Thinking 'bout yesterdays
Can't forget where we came from
Can't forget what we made of
I still remember the days
(I still remember the days)
Peace and love to all my niggas on the ends
I still remember the days