Just walk in my sneaks
5 blocks down tha road then cross to my street
To a crib, where off to tha side be
Any imagining of tha wildest thing
Imagined in an image, not a childish scene
In a world like I've seen, its that mildest thing
How high, as high as jamal and silas p
Off that get him to tha greek type Aldous C
In tha depths of perception to stylish fiends
And tha person you dislike is crowned tha king
Then he's killed so they can. Pass tha crown
Whuts it like when his earth comes crashing down
Is that something you can fathom now
As an intellect or an average scound
Put ya guard down and let me in
I'm curious to know so let's begin



As I think back now
To tha days when I used to be a class clown
To provoke peeps to make laugh sounds
Wit Moms in tha back decreatly says sit yo ass down
I remember being outside allowed to run a muck
Wit a spirit thats free just to sum it up
It’s crazy how we fall of just by loosing this grip
Hanging out wit homies, and getting into mischeif
These are tha past times, that pass like a fast time
Reflected on thru grass and mad pine
As you country cruise in a rad ride
Just whut it used to be to be in that mind
But as we grow we gain knowledge thru experience
And wisdom thru learning from mistakes, moving on and clearing it
Forgive and forget cuz I see whut it is
But I won’t apologize for being a kid.......