as i sit back and think i wish i could bring back the past, i miss, the days, we played as kids i reminisce about the good ole days, living care free, running around the hood all day, just me and my friends, and we had no reason to stress, those days were the best, on the west, side of Tucson, where we dress, to impress, and could give a fuck about the rest, or about who's on , the other side, cuz this, is where we reside, the best side, dam those were the best times, i remember when, we would kick ir at the park, with the music on, and meat on the grill, with the sunshining and good is what we would feel, and all the people keep it real, and looked after one another, but now thay im older, its not the same, everything thing has changed, and now all i feel is hate, and no more goodtimes, in the hood, spitting hood rhymes, im all by my lonely, cuz all of my homies are locked up or dead or showed me they were phony and not down for me sometimes i think back and reminisce and wish i could bring back the past how did it come to this i miss the days on the west when we were kids knuckleheas just having fun young but not dum we had smarts and we had heart but now the worls got dark and i oray oh lord please bring back the spark so that the light cam shine again, im out