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letra de childhood - feat. mary lou, cymarshall law & koshadillz - pacewon & mr. green

[verse 1 : pacewon]
i was, raised in irvington born in brooklyn
i looked in the eyes of these covards n hooked em
n knockt em of they two feet i dropped em
hoped in those cars with the two seats
i locked em, poped them
the kids that was to beat i boxed them
my cl1ck was only to deep i had to watch them
who what you talking to me, my boy -clackton?-
back then was epmd, kane n rakim, sl1ck rick
krs-one stayed in top 10
before that run d.m.c n -up rocky?- yep
i had a dream n the microphone
all the girls yous’d to say jerome i like your poem
and then i jused to say back girl i like your tone
your a precious little stone that i’d like to own
now, since the lad i’ve been writin these raps
i’d perform in the clubs starting figthing it back for dough

[hook: mary lou]
back in those days, now ringing in back
keepin my faith, how long i try
oh back in those days the temptaitons were raised
keeping my promise, im digging my way back
“my way back…”

[verse 2 : cymarshall law]
this is broken life i need another game
my brain has gone to hard and manifest the hurricane
my thoughts rain, if not the mind dies
you try to catch up without wings n time flies
so i rap on the track n doubt wise
to see what you at, look back without eyes
the whine for mine then you gain full sight
if you lose a boy you gotta learn from the lost fight
choose every memory like hidden energy
then eventually you’ll see what’s comin like telepathy
a simplexityrecipe the future hurt the past ‘n remedy
monumental treasury n fine integrity
remember see in your mind a time that was heavenly
an ent-ty real fine memory n melody
so when the days are long keep blazing on
cuz the music we make time is like your favourite song

[verse 3 : koshadillz]
i watch a new jack cd dreams is holdin the hammers
i ask my momma for a sandwich, peanut b-tter bananas
she had to, throw the jelly out, kids is actin jelly now
cops tap my celly now, them haters try to sell me out
i had a doberman pinscher and his name was us
i never thougt id catch a felonys for sellin drugs
first time soccer field, switch to two hand touch
18’th birthday two hands, two handcuffs
grown man stuffs im dealing with, feelin the track
eager at the head station, got stabbed in the back
kid stuff like you got my back i got yours
smokin fat one to the head, then i fell in the floor
we used to be trick or treatin now i got label meetings
king dome, king cone and im ice-creaming
never had a job, stacking chewbacks wast the new hobby
fought mike -ro-rs-?- 8’the grade he caught two bodies

[hook: mary lou]
back in those days, now ringing in back
keepin my faith, how long i try
oh back in those days the temptaitons were riased
keeping my promise, im digging my way back
“my way back…”

- pacewon mr green

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