Never Thought I'd Write Again
Spoken Word
"The Things I lost"
Moments in time, I wish that they'd last
So I sit and reminisce about conversations past.
We'd talk about ERAs and PPGs
GPAs and SATs.
Relive tales of little old ladies that sat at the front of the bus.
And the million ways that God did bless us.
How to be careful of those that would try to get over
And the effectiveness of a mean crossover. We'd rap over
Favorite LPs and CDs
While I'd teach him the ways of the MP3.
He'd warn me about trying to be someone I'm not
Then we'd stop, just to geek about Jordan's last shot.
Still get goosebumps. He showed me when I truly became a man
Because then? He spoke to me, not like a son, but a friend
And damn; I'd just laugh as he hushed his tone
To private words about thick black chicks, white girls and red bones.
How mainstream hip hop can be summed up in ringtones
And how he'd spoil my kids 'til the day they got grown.
The seeds have been sewn
From education to maintaining my concentration.
To the way I flip them words when I talk
to that confident swagger in my walk.
I'd give anything to regain this time, whatever the cost
Because I can't help but feel these are the things that I've lost
That these are nothing more than mere, fleeting memories
But in truth, these very things resemble me. So
As long as I keep him in my thoughts
These are the times that will never be forgot.
"The Things I lost"
Moments in time, I wish that they'd last
So I sit and reminisce about conversations past.
We'd talk about ERAs and PPGs
GPAs and SATs.
Relive tales of little old ladies that sat at the front of the bus.
And the million ways that God did bless us.
How to be careful of those that would try to get over
And the effectiveness of a mean crossover. We'd rap over
Favorite LPs and CDs
While I'd teach him the ways of the MP3.
He'd warn me about trying to be someone I'm not
Then we'd stop, just to geek about Jordan's last shot.
Still get goosebumps. He showed me when I truly became a man
Because then? He spoke to me, not like a son, but a friend
And damn; I'd just laugh as he hushed his tone
To private words about thick black chicks, white girls and red bones.
How mainstream hip hop can be summed up in ringtones
And how he'd spoil my kids 'til the day they got grown.
The seeds have been sewn
From education to maintaining my concentration.
To the way I flip them words when I talk
to that confident swagger in my walk.
I'd give anything to regain this time, whatever the cost
Because I can't help but feel these are the things that I've lost
That these are nothing more than mere, fleeting memories
But in truth, these very things resemble me. So
As long as I keep him in my thoughts
These are the times that will never be forgot.