momma say she cry when she think about the 70s,
wasn't alive but I know it was time for better things,
now imagine how I feel when I think about my time,
the 90s, sittin back in the sunshine,
the sun still shine but its not the same,
and if we having good times I do not complain,
becuz we know the good time's few and far between,
if only we could go back to from which we came,
from, when we were sane,
when we weren't vain,
well some of us were,
but kids weren't usin cuss words,
grandpa made custard,
grandma read the bible,
never read one verse,
but what the hell could I do?
I mean what the heaven,
7/11, slushee slurpin',
brainfreeze was the purpose,
when you get them,
tamigochi was ya best friend,
or you had ya crazy bones taken,
now we got alot more,
crazy bones shakin,
crazy domes quakin'
no longer support the information,
we live in overload,
in a cold world,
where the overcoat's taken,
am I all alone? am I really mistaken?/
I really miss days when,
all I had to worry bout was playin playstation,
dragoon was the legend,
its livin in this record,
on the beat,
bonkers he produced it,
I leave it on repeat/
to induce this,
to the kids this is nuisance,
why can't these old heads start diggin' new shit?/
well, let me say,
I'm only 21, and I feel so far away,
removed the present,
you too could be blessed with,
this feeling in ya plexus,
of jumping butterflies, you can't feel it when you textin'
it comes from experience,
of something so special,
that when it passes on,
you will never get to,
touch it, feel it, smell it,
hold it,
cuz now you've grown up and these companies control it,
and now all you can do,
is light up mental candles,
and hold onto the memories,
of a better time that passed through/
nostalgia, it can be hard,
sometimes it can hit you in ya own backyard,
when you lookin for yourself you might find something else,
and that might just be enough to get ya off the shelf,
and with that I return

thank you