[Killah Priest]
Yeah, take it back, in the days
You know, of reminising
Just, just chillin
Word
Late at night, ah shoot its damn near morning
Check it out
From shootouts at block parties, from God Bodies
That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees
Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin seeds
Durags and universal flags
On the ave little niggas throwin up tags
They get defeated, almost bit the broken tree
I recall, niggas who was nice in basketball
Just as my nephew, he had a gift that was special
But instead at least seein him with a scholarship
I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and shit
Life is a bitch, some go down, tryin to make it rich
Some say
