I remember the days way back when
Like five years before my first tonic and gin
Before life left simplicity became complex
And caused me to always worry bout what shit was poppin next
Was young and impatient, but not concerned
With girls, paying the rent or the money I earned
All I wanted was to play ball chill with my friends
It was a sober time and before carcinogens
Became a bad habit anytime I got stressed
Before they forced me on paxil despite my protest
I remember Saurdays, Zach would come by
NBA Jam on Genesis morning till night
Rap City was on from 11 till noon
So we paused for an hour before games resumed
And one more time before it got dark
We headed up the hill for pick up games in the park

Lord how I wish I could turn back time
When life needed no reason or rhyme
Before the pressure threw life out of whack
The Good Old Days, man I wanna go back

Lord how I wish could turn back time
And repeat the time when life seemed so fine
Before wellbutrin, Zoloft and prozac
The Good Old Days, man I wanna go back


During the summers, I worked on my game
Was an all-star at ball camps. I made it rain
Whether I was popping threes, or shooting free throws
Attended Eastern Invitational camps in the poconos
Mass Hoop Mountain , BCD in NJ
Now it’ a silly game that men play
But back then its all I wanted to do
I had the jumper and the handle and I flaunted it too
A white boy who played like representin the street
Complimented by the fact on the mic he brought heat
Absented himself from the white stiffs who represented
Hippies and hicks, and his style was unprecedented
High black socks, white kicks, T’s wit one sleeve
Looked like a derelict but tended to overachive
Its sometimes hard to think back then
Cause now I wish I could go and do it over again


Lord how I wish I could turn back time
Like to the very first night I decided to rhyme
Before the pressure threw life out of whack
The Good Old Days, man I wanna go back

Lord how I wish could turn back time
And repeat the time when life seemed so fine
Before wellbutrin, Zoloft and prozac
The Good Old Days, man I wanna go back

After School, my moms would prep dinner
And when she went out, I got a hot ass babysitter
The garabrant girls, I went through every one
Each vowed not to return once they were done
I’d let the dog loose, I’d hide in the closets
Clog all the sinks, turn on all the faucets
Flood the kitchen and bathrooms, open the beers
And Every once in a while I’d bring them to tears
Those were the days, man nothing was greater
Ecersicing and Terrorizing helpless teenagers
It was all in fun, my methods were various
funny till someone gets hurt, and then its hilarious


not accepted the fact wishing wastes energy
And days in the past, are simply a memory