MC PROSEE lyrics : "Good Old Days"
I remember back in the days when I was up in a daze
And I wanted a raise
Nowadays, you betray on the spectrum of display
Friends turned to foes,
Your loves turned to hoes,
As a pro, I turned to prose
Grew from concrete as a rose
You know how it goes when they've hit a new low?
Their words are verbose
No time for the woe
Liars in a row
I had believed in The Lord
Now, my faith is a sword
As my war poured
I decompose the mystery of gold
I am somewhat bold as I get old
I loathe what you've become
What about the memories?
What about these energies?
That we put out
Which were treasuries?
I guess you forgot
Your plot was that I rot in the chamber of despair
But I got out, which was rare
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I can't believe I'm rappin'
These folks' are attackin'
I knew I had some talents, but this wasn't one of them
Ironic, ya' know?
I'm as rare as a gem
Just give me the pen, and I'm on
A mission to be sufficient - no, I mean efficient like a machine
My dreams have been seen
By the surreal team
Faith, hope, positivity
I can't cope with negativity
I used to dwell in it like it was some drug
Smoking it and smoking it
Those times, I needed hugs
In a pitiful state
At this rate, my life might be great
Some moments can't compare... To the good old days
[Hook]
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