The Wrong Era

[Intro dialogue:]
"You can see the neighborhood is getting better, but it would be very inflexible. Oh, thanks. Very. Okay, so what do you define as better that lower crime rate, do you think now than the crime. The crime rate is lower okay, okay. All right. So would you say it's a positive thing for the faces to be changing in Bed-Stuy or. But those who can afford it. Yes, it is positive. Those who can't. Some lose, some win"

I feel like I'm getting lit in the wrong era
I shoulda been rolling purple with Jimi
Shoulda shared the bottle with Gil Scott-Heron
Or at least spend the holiday with Billie
Shoulda helped Aretha get her respect and
Share cigarets and coffee with Otis Redding
Should have lost the thrill with B.B. King
But still in all I'm here doing my thing

[Verse 1:]
Squeezing my thoughts into sixteenths
My views hold no punches like Mike to Mitch Green
As a kid, we all grew up with big dreams
Get our hopes ruined on dope blocks and lit scenes
We was the kids the adults tried to watch
Ran up and down the block over different colored tops
Might have to scrape a vowel out ya sneaker soul
Come home gotta warm the house up with the stove
Potato bread old, gotta eat around the mold
One landline four phones
We went outside never saw through our parents eyes
Fighting and wilding and carrying on why?
And I think these times make a beautiful song

As I push on
Gone

[Hook:]
I feel like I'm getting lit in the wrong era
I shoulda been rolling purple with Jimi
Shoulda shared the bottle with Gil Scott-Heron
Or at least spend the holiday with Billie
Shoulda helped Aretha get her respect and Share cigarets and coffee with Otis Redding
Should have lost the thrill with B.B. King
But still in all I'm here doing my thing

[Verse 2:]
I remember as a kid thinking rap was too bland
Asking my mother to play Bobby Blue Bland
Or the nights She would blast Al Green , Anita Baker
I used to sing My Sis' would laugh like a hater
I used to write raps in school instead of do the work
If anything, I knew what I wanted to do first
So who was really wasting time
Ask my siblings about all my book of rhymes
Every couple of pages you might find a lesson
You might find a verse written under a heading
You couldn't tell me I wouldn't be here
If you di I probably said you don't see clear
My soul glow like Darryl's parents
I play soul and blues for balance
Ghetto kids making ends meet
I should be meeting Bobby Womack on 110th Street
Feel like I'm getting lit in the wrong era
Feel like I'm getting lit in the wrong era
Feel like I'm getting lit in the wrong era
But still in all I'm here doing my thing
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