Triple beam 
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem 
As adult learn 
Had to learn to swim 
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
It’s a maze 
Pray for better dayz
Wait til I get paid

British Knights
Godfathers slice
A taste of heaven nice
I was then slave to the pen
A nigga loved to write 
Manifest thought to a check
It’s been a crazy ride
Arcades, coming of age
Revolting on a page 
Star seed i star gaze
Dem was some heady days
Empath
Never sold crack
I pushed my little weed
'96 up in the mix
But I was selling mid
Riding bikes sophomore shit
My momma found my stash
Oh shit omg 
Back to the motherland 
Wham bam, blood diamonds
And Niggas pushin lands
Fresh fit, yearbook pics
Tommy Hil was it , Natuica
Preppy kids 
But we was black boys
Summertime snow cone trucks 
I peeped the melody
Euphoria
Moments of heaven I could remember this
Light , dark class color prejudice
Yo you can’t get free
cuz you a Methodist , 
Get out the Deep South 
And see a whole new 
Aquifer how we rock cuz nature loves you 
ochre, yellow tones
And how it match the skin
Innocence
Becoming a child and how to live again

Triple beam 
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem 
As adult learn 
Had to learn to swim 
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
It’s a maze 
Pray for better dayz
Wait til I get paid

Hop scotch, the box, swatch
No Spotify bots
CD walk in spots
You had to go and cop
Flash back
Hazmat raps inside a backpack
Jansport dangerous son
I can recall that
Killa D, hu allah star and akinyai too
Demos, 5th Ave shows
and how we served you
Every word that we spoke 
It was blasphemous 
Riding shottie in some white bitch Maxima
Old fool
Will hold tool  inside a bubble goose
Air out 
9am they closed the fucking school
My book report was due
That starter jacket’s cool

Triple beam 
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem 
As adult learn 
Had to learn to swim 
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
It’s a maze
Pray for better dayz
Wait til I get paid

We was the last generation to slide
And really play outside
22s discovering hues
And what it’s like to die
While I alive 
Why won’t I strive 
I’m glad I did survive 25
Making it past
I never I thought I would 
Shake the stat
Making a rap
For me that was good

Triple beam 
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem 
As adult learn 
Had to learn to swim 
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out

Pop pop 
Popeyes
Shit, That nigga Pop too
Reeboks
Duval kids and we will wop you
92,93,94 Yoo
Fun n gun
Some go deep 
The game will swamp you
Football numbers 
Some Niggas got’em
Rip Al whoever shot’em
You took a father, a son, brother, friend
Casualties of the war 
From boyz to men