[Verse 1]
Childhood in the Bothell hood

Back to the future in that DeLorean man I wish I could
I remember I used to play until the sun fades
No worries and pain those were the good days

Going to the library getting comics and books
Took all the ones that I wanted and read em by the nook
Hooked onto the poems and the stories

Rereading every tale cause they never bore me
The more I read made me wanna write my own
So I went home and got into the author zone

Who would've known that I developed a love for stories
All these different worlds that are displayed before me
But now I haven't flipped any page since

Since I started to spit I've missed so many chances to read
Oh how I've missed books and its very touch
It's time for me to take those books and blow off all the dust


[Hook]
Reminiscing on the days of the old

I'll remember those days when I'm old
Looking back as a kid
Looking back at what I did

And the pain that I've been in
I still recall my memories
All of my friends and all my enemies

Clear as day like the past in a sphere
Of the things I always feared and the things I held dear


[Verse 2]
Middle school was never my favorite place
I felt so out of place I wanted out of that place

Didn't how much I could take before I would break
I would always pray to God that he would keep me safe
I didn't really have anybody that I could relate

Until music was placed in my life
It brought me to the light, it gave me strength to fight
It fixed my sight, I listened every day from day to night

These sound waves has placed me where I belong
I feel so strong whenever I hear my songs and I still do
Whenever a new song would come out I'd go cop it

If there was one I didn't have I made sure that I got it
Those tunes filled my heart with passion
I was so captivated that I started rapping

Then something happened to the passion that I had
Cause whenever I pick up a pen I feel like I'm at a dead end


[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Life of a zombie I'm so dead in my core
Yet I'm still alive but I don't know what for
So bored even doing what I love feels like a chore

Like what happened to the burning fire that I had before
Lord knows just how much I've been suffering
And the buffering of the future ain't helping either

The curse of a dreamer and the long lost passion
Is making me sound like I didn't get enough practice
Twentieth mixtape and I'm still disappointed

I'm not where I pointed cause my heart and mind are disjointed
Focused on the future but so caught up in the past
So everything that I do in the present becomes trash

Looking back on the passion that I had
Those feelings got me feeling so sad I wish I still have it
The reason why I'm wack is cause I lack what I had

But it's time for me to bring back what I left back in the past

[Hook]