The Years

[Intro:] Lets take em back To makings of a king We go back in time Check it out, yea [Verse 1:] Yow Dreams come through but not for sleepers When I was nine I go a [?] box and knocked the speakers Beasties rockin, finger poppin Girlies by the bleachers Feening for the [?] but couldn’t cop the sneakers I had the lines of ratsio Prior to the ball fade of Caesar In little league I prayed to jesus I would be a major leaguer But spring fever got replaced by the taste of beaver Before long a bag of chicken heads and blazing reefer I ran the streets and learn to find my way through shisty rackets Rocky Cortez classics and black nikey jackets But for my dudes that are locked up psychiatrics I wrote these rhymes for and shadow that I might be at this My theatrics beginnin I started pennin what I been in Drinkin gin and chewin gum Stakin and a cinnamon Smokin blunts [?] this is minimum wage Wrote some day I’m gonna make it with this pen and a page Sayin [Chorus:] The years fucked up, the years The years fucked up, the years I twist a bottle cap, provide a little hennessy In the stairs for my peers in their memory The years fucked up, the years The years fucked up, the years For years I had felt I was roamin in a cemetery My own words now I’m holdin on to memory [Verse 2:] I moved to New York at the age of eighteen Left where I grew up Right before the kids aroun the wayside had the shoot up Poppin these pills back and forth With the dust took the bus Back to mass drive my class Stack my loot up Movin with them DMS kids And now I’m crewed up Me and Damn One drinking beers Gettin screwed up Layin down rhymes on the sample See with flip doin dips Turntables and a mike No computer No booth from the roof tops I walked in my tube socks Smokin oh ops My boom box breaks from do whop tapes And 2Pac’s great Shortly after Biggy was killed It was apparent to me then I’d need my level and will If I wanna make it either that or head for the hills Myconnect not that cut off the bread for the pills But my head was gettin bigger And I’m head over heals That’s when everybody figured I’d be dead or in jail [Chorus] [Verse 3:] So I came back home I’m half dead but still [?] Addiction was clickin but years in my head they were turnin And I ain't have a nickle but a flicker Of the fire that was burnin through Turn into a ball of flames In the winter the furnace blew Friends is on the fringes Bingin on syringes Relentless ever since With my mental in the trenches Gangsta puttin dollars in my projects Got a pension for some violence And this end with no logic So this is how it has to be Trapped in a catastrophe Robbed a studio with cats And now the cats is after me Really for no reason But they gassed up on a half of key That ain't no embellishment I’m tellin you it’s actually Before this dude had a chance to put cap in me He got popped for a robbery And takin off a jack [?] I started volume one It’s crazy how the past repeat Cause that’s the same robbery the town will reenact with me It’s crazy