Missing Those Days

Back when the block was our kingdom, no crown needed  

Chain links and late nights, dreams barely seeded  

Corner store runs with a pocket full of loose change  

Trading stories 'bout who’d blow up, who stayed the same  

Mama yelling through the screen door, dinner getting cold  

We was chasing paper routes while the city lights glowed  

Sneakers worn thin from running from the law  

Laughing in the face of trouble, never fearing the fall  

Hand-me-downs turned to hand-me-ups, we was rising slow  

Every win felt giant, every loss made us grow  

Windows down, system up, bumping old school tracks  

Windows fogged from the heat of our dreams in the back  

Friends turned to brothers in the heat of the grind  

Swore we’d never leave each other far behind  

Now the rearview’s foggy with the weight of what’s changed  

And I’m sitting here wondering if the memories remain