(J)old days ye I miss the old days take me to the park days now every body bang can’t walk down the street house smelling weed see all these people on white tees saying rip wondering will the next one be me I be tryna stay tall trying not fall but the days keep getting cold and I might fold but try to stay bold and I regret most my sins wondering if heaven will let me in and I some friends dat I made and I speaking by my self steady crying in night people asking me am I all right steady ye but I know dats a lie im trying not to fight tryna improve my life ye miss the old walk to park days now everybody bang can’t walk down da street house smelling like weed see people on white tees saying rip wondering if the next one gunna be me and I’ve been lately who all been lying lately can’t trust nobody lately and I remember going to the park know everything about gangs and Murda and may be young but I know what the world has coming and I seen wild things trauma still haunting and I can’t even do nothing so might as well take it ah