When We Were Young
They told me knowledge was power so I became half hadoken
Kamehameha and power was in the shootings
Murderer lost his life, they wear his shirts and salute him
Is real power hidden in recognition
Knowledge is weak a mix of cognition and repetition
Innovation is when you keep taking action against it
Till you get noticed for your infinite inhibitions
My homie is getting hitched and and another one getting busy
Not really my business but they trippin but then again who isn't
Chick might have lost her mind, and mine I'm still tryna find
When we were young we connect now all we care for are dollar signs
Every thing was so innocent, joy was around for a minute and then it went
Replenish with emptying thoughts can't complete the sentences
But the judge can, lawyers working against you make sure she does ten
Voyeur beating a gavel rather get paddled then sit in a cage as a young man
When we were young they never grasped what happens with dumb plans
Only worry was dad or if someone tattled we weren't friends for like a week
Mama rather punish then beat
Remember when on TV, you watched and were so naïve
Under thought into the things I caught when I was too deep
Into cartoons and then they talk and were locked right into me
I'm the 9-5 darkside kid of the park night
Ignorant war fighting brig with a warcry
System controlled but I still couldn't talk right
Against bigger bro get killed by garrote wire
Still would repeal at a mill if its not mine
Not earned kill for a meal hope that its hot I'm
Lil E kid with militant taught mind
Who spilled out the skills to reveal all his thoughts rhymed
I've crossed lines and made it back
Reminiscent as a kid I overplayed the tracks
Tape deck filled with the real ish that made me rap
Now mixtapes killed with this lil twist to take you back
I spit on tracks like the games my mom and Ant played
Living lax light page under the lampshade
Cinemax plays while my life unfolds
Tragedy plus triumph equals life hope one grows
Mulatto chicks with all the tricks have turned to filthy mongrels
Go and get my Java stick to the script enter on load
Marcato hits played with emphasis on art strokes
Syndicate of children on a mission with a sharp growth
Been legit my published compositions get the sparknotes
Book shows or let me rap this track you down to dark holes
Partial to rappers who immaculate but borrow
Sorrow came with the falls smacking on these hard flows
Ragged and rugged realest to rivet
The really rattled to rummage the slum in which they were living
Savages coming and disappearing
Another middle passage is passing grabbing all of our spirits
Mad I can't see the future I can hate it. Or fear it, I steer it
When coming near it only feeling reverent
Young prophet, growing up I held my tongue in the back line
Succumbed to the fact I'm a son to the flat line
Dumb and naïve broke crumbs for a snack I'm
So hungry for a spotlight this music has been spat shined
If you had done what I've done in a couple years
And you could become what I'm gonna a buncha tears
Soon you could be one of the wannabes or a real man
Remaining hungry work my dungarees scum and smeared
And I clean up when I'm ready to, working till I'm ahead of who
Ever was working hardest my target is just to better you
To better me forever keep repeating this steady run
Like on the playgrounds where i play round competing when we were young