Back in the Days

🎤 Title: “Back in the Days” (Verse 1) Yeah, back in the days when the block was alive, We used to chill on the corner just to vibe and survive, No phones, no flex, just beats and respect, We spoke truth through the rhymes that the streets would protect. Mama yellin’ “Come home!” from the porch in the dark, While the old heads played spades by the glow of the park, Life was simple, but the dream was large, We had hope in our hearts though the world was hard. (Hook) Back in the days — when the beat was pure, When the mic was the cure, and the message was sure, We spit from the soul, not just for the fame, Old-school rhythm — remember the name. (Verse 2) Walkman bumpin’, Adidas on my feet, Cyphers on the block, rhyme battles in the street, Respect was earned, not bought with a view, You had to say somethin’ real, not just lookin’ cool. DJ scratchin’ vinyl, breakdance on the floor, That’s hip-hop’s spirit, can’t fake it no more, We painted dreams with graffiti and lines, Each rhyme was a weapon, each bar was a sign. (Hook) Back in the days — when the beat was pure, When the mic was the cure, and the message was sure, We spit from the soul, not just for the fame, Old-school rhythm — remember the name. (Bridge) Now everybody chasin’ trends online, But the real ones still keepin’ the grind, Old school, new school — same heart, same flame, Respect the roots — that’s the name of the game. (Outro) So I’m takin’ it back where it all began, One mic, one dream, one hip-hop clan, From the Bronx to the world, that fire still blazin’, Old-school forever — timeless and amazin’.