In the streets we use to kick it pick it
Hori down ripped pants
Youngin as a cricket
Chillin in the wooden shed
Man we didn't pick it
But we kept our heads up realising That we not steppin it up
Walk-in late nights
Lookin at the poles with no lights Ditchin school
Runnin a muck
Driftin loose on the truck
Yeah I remember
When they said that i wouldnt Make it
Music was the only way that I Could relate to escape it
Domestic violence
Was the usuall growin up Neighbourhood throwin the Partys
Later that night throwin it up
Ive always wanted to be like my Big brother
Writin music one after another Tryna be the side hustler
To make a dollar for my mother When times got rough
Wishing for a wish I couldn't get Family struggling tryna pay out all The debt
Its true that the time flies by I'm Just sitting here, looking at it fly By
Black hoodies strolling down the Street
Looking for a dollar
Never ever got told that I would Get a scholar
Teachers always fussin in that stuff That I would do
Stuck in my old ways
Tryna get these brighter days
Stuck in the gangster phase
Teachers always gotta thing to say
Glad that rennie grace was here to clear up
Ma foggy cloggy headspace
He told us if we ever need a place To stay,
Hit 'em up and he will be there Right away
To save the day and make it pay, Music is apart of me
And without it ion know where I Would be
Probably empty inside
I use it to express ma emotions Deep and down there inside
It's true that the time flies by I'm Just sitting here looking at it fly By
Grew up two sides diverted division
A pakeha boy with Maori in him
Always had a feeling music was his only mission
Sat for hours and hours writing bout a message
Spread it but no one listened
Through the cold days with the worst pain
He found a way to stay Hopeful
Sharpened Up his tools people called him a fool
He didn't listen for he knew he was destined
God had vision and blessed him
Through his life he seemed to fade away
Filled with hate getting caught in bad everyday
But this boy wants to make a change
Erase the pain in anyway
So what he did was join up in the rap game
Ever since that day he strives to make a change
Slow his brain from 100 on the freeway
ease the pain and the brakes or watch your fate disintegrate
My mind always playing the tapes
Of when I was kid and when actually thought straight
Black hoodies strolling down the Street
Looking for a dollar
Never ever got told that I would Get a scholar
Teachers always fussin in that stuff That I would do
Stuck in my old ways
Tryna get these brighter days
Stuck in the gangster phase
Teachers always gotta thing to say
Glad that rennie grace was here to clear up
Ma foggy cloggy headspace
He told us if we ever need a place To stay,
Hit 'em up and he will be there Right away
To save the day and make it pay, Music is apart of me
And without it ion know where I Would be
Probably empty inside
I use it to express ma emotions Deep and down there inside
It's true that the time flies by I'm just sitting here looking at it fly by
Its true that the time flies by I'm just sitting here looking at it fly by
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Phases - 3MVPZ
