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von Ours

2ND CHILDHOOD
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Verse 1
Explode my thoughts
Were drunken from quarts of beer
Was years back before Nasir
Would explore a career in rap
As a music dude
I mastered this rubix cube
Godzilla fought Gargantua
Eyes glues to the tube
Was a long time ago
John boy Ice Geronimo
Police jumpin outta Chryslers
Easy rider paper
Pops puffin his sece
Punchin his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychos killas
Saw Divine Goon and Chungo
Little turkey
RIP Tyrone
Member no cursin in front of Ms. Versey
Big Percy Crazy Paul the Sledge Sisters
My building was 40-16
Once in the blue
Hallways was clean
I knew all that I'd seen
Had meant somethin
Learned early to fear none
Little Nas was huntin
Livin care free laughin
Got jokes on the daily
Ya'll actin like some old folks
Ya don't hear me
Yo, I'm in my 2nd Childhood

Chorus When I flow for the street
Who else could it be
N.A.S. Nas Nas Nas
Resurrect thou the birth of my seed
Queensbridge will make everything right
Get yours nigga
When I flow for the street
Who else could it be
N.A.S. Nas Nas Nas
Resurrect thou the birth of my seed
Queensbridge will make everything right

Verse 2
Yo dude is 31 livin in his mom's crib
Ex convict was paroled
There after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin
Got a crew they break his moms furniture
Watchin Comic View
Got babies by different ladies
High smoking L's
In the same spot he stood since '85
Well when his stash is low he be crazy
Saved by his moms, hit her on her pay day
Junior high school dropout
Teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and leave
No one succeeds
So he moves with his peers
Different blocks different years
Sittin on different benches like its musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life
He's on the corners at night
With young dudes, its dem he wanna be like
It's sad but fun to him right
He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth up
He's in his 2nd childhood

Chorus

Verse 3
Baby girl she's always talkin
Name droppin
Hangin late drinkin smokin
Hates her baby daddy craves shoppin
E, poppin Ecstasy takin
Won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin
Stuck with limitations
Lustin men, many hotels
Fendi, Chanel with nothin in her bank account
Frontin she do well
Her kid suffers
He don't get the love he deserves
He the sun she the earth
Single mom even worse
No job
Never stayed workin
Mad pretty
Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
Time flyin she the same person
Never matured
All her friends married doin well
She's in the streets
Yakkity yakkin like she was 12
Honey is 27, argues fights
Selfish in her own right for life
Guess she's in her 2nd Childhood

Chorus