(Intro) (Sound of a record scratching) (Smooth jazzy piano loop enters) Yeah... check it out. One-two, one-two. Dedicated to the ones who were there... before the world got loud. Remember that ? Straight up. (Verse 1) Yo, I’m driftin’ back to the block, 90s lane Before the stress and the mess and the digital pain Just some shorties on the stoop, kickin’ it free No phones in our hands, just the crew and me We had the fire hydrants open, coolin’ the heat Baggy jeans, fresh kicks, rhythm in our feet Chasin’ the ice cream truck down the avenue If I had a dollar, man, I shared it with the crew. (Yeah, word is bond) (Chorus) Those were the days, man, purely sincere Nothin’ but love, no room for the fear Just hangin’ on the corner, watchin’ time fly by Underneath the orange glow of a summer sky True friends, real brothers, stayin’ true to the soul Back when the simple things made us feel whole. (Verse 2) I remember late nights, cipher in the park Spittin’ rhymes till the streetlights chased away the dark No fake vibes, just a handshake and a grin Doesn’t matter where we go, or where we been We was rich in the spirit, even with pockets thin Ayo, the neighborhood was home, thick and thin Laughin’ till it hurt, chillin’ in the shade The best memories are the ones that never fade. (Straight up, keep it real) (Bridge) (Beat strips back to just the bass and drums) Take a breath... feel the breeze. Just walkin’ through the neighborhood... at ease. Time moveth fast, but the love stay still. If you feel me, let me know. This is real. (Outro) Yeah. Shout out to the O.G.s. To the ones we lost, and the ones still here. Don't forget where you came from, baby. It was all a dream... but it felt so real. (Piano fades out with a light vinyl crackle) Peace.
