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I remember Way Back I mean way back ages
Eighth grade I think feels like yesterday
Bowl cuts was the craze I was crazy
Long blond hair all over the place
And I'm pale as I ever was baby face
With a frame like a skeleton Skinny kid
No friends still love by everyone
No s**t I was cool I had plenty fun
World wish I would grow up big no not built
But they said drink my milk
Didn't get no where switched up diet
Started having hip hop Pop's didn't like it
Wanted more Springsteen
Earth Wind Fire
Felt that was fine but to rhyme had to try it
Couldn't hide the fact that I wanted to rap
Bought Jay Z CD wit my own pension
And that was back in 98 wit the Langley sniffilin
Money ain't a thing And even though I couldn't relate
I kept studyin and listenin and stuffin my face
And then came High School
Started picking up a mic thought I was cool
My friend said yo homie you know that your white dude
I said what for real Yo its all good
Cause like this when I tried it liked it fixed it hyped it
Insisted the mic be positioned just right
Just like that 9th grade footy heard
Straight from the philly burbs feel me Pretty sure
Suburban threat was the name we would really work
Steady spendin the day spittin silly versus
No curses rightin bout our girlfriends Ball point pen
Head spinning like a whirlwind
Gettin on the mic I'm a wizard like Merlin
Breakin barriers tearin walls like its Berlin
And I think it was the summer of 12th grade
When Uncle C passed away leaving us empty
And it hurt real bad disturbed real sad
But we had to move on so in fact real fast
We wrote this song about fallin ones miscues
And the misuse of words used to disdue
So true In a serious face
I'm convinced god works in mysterious ways
Like everything happens for a reason
I had to believe it
Cause that explains why the leave us
As in people that mean everything
I got love for them all they'll be their if I fall But
