The Days
Don't you just want to be a kid again
I’m a time traveler going back to childhood
The boy I once was before becoming a man
Early 2000s were interesting for me
Schley Street days, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network tuned up full blast on my momma’s Magnavox
Sega Genesis is in the living room, next to the PlayStation One and Two
Begging my cousins to let me play Sonic 2 again
Dialup internet, the Compaq running on ’95 which took about fifteen minutes to boot
Game Boy Advance in my pocket, damn I just ran out of Duracell
What was an iPhone again?
Dwellin’ in the head of the cove, dats’ Lenni-Lenape for my set
Shaped me into who I am in this current moment
I’m a time traveler, reliving the joyous moments my family and I spent together
Before trauma, death, addiction, and money had us divided
Don’t you just want to go back to the house on Stengel once more?
Don’t you want to have that one final epic Independence Day cookout before your uncle gets hit up?
Everyone is invited, don’t care if you’re black, white, Asian or Brazilian
Just keep your hands on your own plate
I want to sit in that rocking chair with Ernestine one more time as I’m eating her world’s famous tuna sandwiches
Take me back there, fam!
I miss my old way of life.
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