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childhood started with a smile goodback when dad had a little dough and still lived in my hoodbefore the coke sniffing episodesback then he broke shit when letting go, packing the smoke in hisleather though, it helped him calm down but I let it gocause I know he didnt mean to let mom downthey went a long round I lay by the night lightdaddy gone now I know that something aint quite rightsummers in dominican republic playing baseballand I used to love it outside living ruggedbugging all fun and games, my cousin said its all gonna changeonce you get tall and come of agegetting play in the seventh gradeno one worried bout getting AIDS , getting a job or getting paidya'll come with me lemme take a tripas I reminisce, upon my childish innocence[Hook]"puffin L's laid back enjoying the smell" I take another hitcause it aint hard to telllord forgive me if I reminesce , while I sit and wish, we wasnt living so devilish. [x2]Started high school as a young high foolwriting graffitti dodging needy cats with nine toolsskipping class, rolling spliffs with hashtrying ta get some ass with my grades slipping fastSongtextecouldnt get my thoughts tight, cause my karma was not rightmy man cut a brother arm like butter on a hot knifeI saw white meat and start to shiver by the Charles Riverwhere we all would tip the bottle sip and scar our liverwe would play hard, party at the grave yardway far up at the tower dodging the late guardpoly with a "J" sparked , head at JFK parkput nutrition in the brains of chickens till they smartand even friends fall apart so are they fam?life is hard dog your gone if you dont make plansso lets shake hands and wish, while I reminisceover beef know that we can settle this[Hook x4]Since I hit twenty-one, lifes gotten funny sonwherever the money come, thats where all the honeys runnobody is friends and if they are it's probably pretenda plot for some ends, for cash cats body they menone love to Benny Rosa shot him and then, shot up his friendbodies have been, buried never saw them againdamn I get worried cause Jeff Curly met his death earlyhow many people dying why and who's the next thirtyCambridge rep for me, open up my chest fullyheart on my lapel, it's so hard being Miguelto see you gelatin, see through irrelevantfeeble intelligence, people thats selling hitswhile my raps slave to grind the cats made to rhymewe pass major minds with cash made in timebut until this yo I still wishas I chill and reminisce that we wasn't livin' so devilish[Hook: Repeat Out] Aus Songtexte Mania