Years Later

Remember airbrushed jeans, bleachin' your denim Cut a hole in 'em with the scissors and you rip it Pair of ???, orange, blue and white Boxes and gumbies with blond highlights And my jeans used to be tight before Kanye Now it's called retro chic, it's all the rage Skinny jeans are in with the teens While he's gettin' girls now, I was gettin' teased The future is cruel that way Used to be out of style 'til they moved that day See a trend goes passed, gets so wack That you cop new threads and the trend grows back Man, if I could do it again Everything was so innocent and beautiful then Being a virgin, feeling up chicks Getting hit cause you put your hand on her tits In fifth grade tryin' to act grown Girls in my class who were stacked like whoa Seemed old, nothing like these Talkin like sex, wasn't even 18 Somebody had to be lyin' We all 12 and they all gettin' more tail than I am And they all loved to bone so much they were cryin' It's just wildin' Days turn to months and the years stretch on And I can't see the world how I saw it anymore World moves on, dreams lose form Thinkin' about advice I ignored that I wouldn't understand 'til years gone Shoulda listened, time seems so long ago I don't remember them But ever now and then I'll revisit them I just don't listen to them Before I had braids I walked around school hallways Brushin' all day, tryin' to get waves With the white and green low top reeboks Classics, playing handball on the back lot Not far from the football field Where we lost both home and away most games Kinda ill, I went to a few of 'em School colors on, girls look cute in 'em Art class, I would draw and rap Take a seat by Jeanie, talk and chat Everyday it's a beeline to sit beside 'Til the teacher made us separate onto either side She was live, I guess we were close But high school deep ain't as deep as it goes But you don't know that, you live in the now All you wanted then was to blend in the crowd Chicken wings every lunch and a deck of cards Bet a book, get a book and check 'em off Play smith and wesson til my tape popped Boot Camp had me wanting Timbs and dreadlocks I left my hair alone but I got the boots Trade 'em in prom night for pointy shoes And a suit, and my date looked cute She wouldn't dance but my prom pic was the truth It's true