back in the days

as i sit, and reminisce, i wish, i could turn back the hands of time, how did it come to this, i miss, the good ole days, when we were kids, running around the hood all day, and chasing all the girls through the school hallways, i recall back in the days, as an adolescent, having fun with friends, that laughed when we played, with out a care in the world to have me stressin, but now that im older, the world got colder, then everybody wonder why i walk around with, this chip, on my shoulder, the size of a boulder, and you couldn't knock it down, not even with, a bulldozer, i just dont understand this, how did this world become so corrupt and scandalous, now them same friends, i grew up with act like they don't know me, i thought they were my homies, friendds since, elementary, but now all they show me, is, they rather see me dead, or locked away in the penitentiary, i might as well be a ghost, cuz when every body kick it, they dont mention me, its what they told me, they said, ay peewee, isnt ole boy your homie, cuz he had alot of bad shit to say about you, i said save it, cuz if i listen to what a hater say, than that will take up all the time in a day, so now im rhyming to say, that im a do this by my lonely, and fuck a phony, cuz when it comes to this music, they cant do it, like i do it, i spit it just like fluid, that real music, that people feel, i keep it real, i don't have a big house on the hill, or a mill, so I don't speak of it, but i do know if i put my mind to it, i can be something,