'Ole Skoolz Pslams...'

 

Peekin' back on when I...
was like, many  otha,
"A nappy headed boy..."
Poor, black, n' hit wit hunger
ever wide-eyed with wonda
why'd life haveta be a motha...

I wish that haze,
no wouldn't come...
come back for more
why piss 'mind maze'
with that pain of yesterdays?!

I wish that phase no,
neva  bedded in my core
don't miss that pain
that reigned a child galore...

Funny thang bout life
it neva wearied of it's path
tryin' it's best to pin me
wanna break me down...

But momma made me
"Endurin', surely made to last"
so its not gonna be so easy
to put me in the ground...


I wish that haze,
no wouldn't come...
come back for more
why piss 'mind maze'
with that pain of yesterdays?!

I wish that phase no,
neva  bedded in my core
don't miss that pain
that reigned a child galore...

I recognize what saved me
was the knowledge gained
hit wit the wisdom elders
spit, n' fed unto the youth...

Truth was in 'That Muzik'
the kind they didn't wanna
see ripe, n' barin' fruit...

Ghetto life can be
so awful fuckin' hard
ruthless with that bangin'
but blessed with a real gift
of 'family- over material' gain...

Started reach in' for a light
I grew up to see the reasons
we all suffer strife, gotta keep
on pushin' n' don't give up
without a hella fight...


I wish that haze,
no wouldn't come...
come back for more
why piss 'mind maze'
with that pain of yesterdays?!

I wish that phase
was easier to endure
but I guess that haze
was destined for my core
Still, I don't miss that pain
that rained...incessant,
at this young child's door...



*inspired by Stevie Wonder
n those many REAL lyrical
artists of hip hop from the past*