2nd Childhood

Yeah, hahaha "Cause when I flow the for the street" Who else could it be" "Nas" Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant something Learned early, to fear none little Nas was hunting Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood "Cause when I flow the for the street" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make everything right" "Get yours, nigga" "Cause when I flow the for the street" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make everything right" "Get yours, nigga" Yo, dude is 31, living in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slinging, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watching Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smoking L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sitting on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night With young dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood "Cause when I flow the for the street" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make everything right" "Get yours, nigga" "Cause when I flow the for the street" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make everything right" "Get yours, nigga" Baby girl she's always talking name dropping hanging late Drinking smoking hates her baby daddy, craves shopping E popping Ecstasy taking, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with limitations Lusting men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothing in her bank account fronting she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay working, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flying she the same person, never matures All her friends married doing well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood "Cause when I flow the for the street" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make everything right" "Get yours, nigga" "Cause when I flow the for the street" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make everything right" "Get yours, nigga" "Who else could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas"