Young Songtext
von Bekay

There are so many songs in me that won′t be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was...

Yo, yo, aiyyo I used to sniff anything I could find

And that lifestyle drove me right out my fuckin' mind
Starin′ at ya chick's ass waggin'
Walkin′ down the high school hallway cursin′, pants saggin'
This my story kid, I never used the n-word
But the older white folks called me it
Like, "You tryin′ to be black," I ain't tryin′ to be jack
I'm writin′ the facts, put my life in the track, see!
From way back, I burned weed by the haystack
And wrote graffiti on the train track
First few fist fights I maybe lost

First 40 that I ever drank was a Crazy Horse
Now I pound 'em down by the three
And got a team HFE all inside of me


While moms and pops hated each other
My split egos would fight, face to face with each other
Little chicks got my cock rocked
And they all wanna play with my hair back when I had the mop top
I was a prick back then
'Cause I told ′em all I loved ′
Em then went and fucked they best friend

I mean it, I spit it, this is just (my life)
The way I seen it and did it, and even though a lot of it's trife
I would never ever take back one day of (my life)
I mean it, I spit it, this is just (my life)
The way I seen it and did it, and even though a lot of it′s trife
I would never ever take back one day of (my life)

I used to burn stogs in the hallway
And try to come up with a few bucks for the next blunt all day
No jimmies, I fucked the broadway

Probably why I almost had two kids, woulda been the wrong play
Always bumpin' to Biggie Smalls tapes
Ridin′ the iron horse from East 16th to Broadway
My high school sweetheart
Turned out to be a big-nosed, stuck-up cunt, half a retard
College was a frickin' mess
Ask Mr. Met how I smoked dust and sniffed up X
Like, "BK, you used to be out your mind

I ain′t even think you'd make it back to Brooklyn alive"
Kids copped coke and fatties from me


Hustled Long Island kids for mommy and daddy's money
First I was sniffin′ up yay, but switched up the play
Different each day, then I was sniffin′ up K
Now I stopped at two, comatosed
And saw the light of God that one day I overdosed

What could I say, I was ill as fuck
But I wouldn't take one day back for a million bucks

I mean it, I spit it, this is just (my life)
The way I seen it and did it, and even though a lot of it′s trife
I would never ever take back one day of (my life)
I mean it, I spit it, this is just (my life)
The way I seen it and did it, and even though a lot of it's trife
I would never ever take back one day of (my life)

Groupies give me hugs, things is movin′ much faster
Ever since I started fuckin' with Dutchmaster
As the world burns, I take it and learn

Spit flames that′ll turn your fade to a perm
I love this rap shit, I need it, bleed it, I mean it
It's the only reason I'm breathin′
I used to rob and scheme to get by
Take that dough to cop dead people juice so I could get high
Daytime I hustled dimes, stuck on crimes
′Til pop dukes whipped my ass a bunch of times
But now I'm grown past those

And my high school dean is the cop, fuck you asshole!
I ain′t never really seek class
With weed jammed in the fifth pocket up in my fatigue pants
To tell the truth, yo that time was fun
Just reminiscin' on the days I was (young)

I mean it, I spit it, this is just (my life)
The way I seen it and did it, and even though a lot of it′s trife
I would never ever take back one day of (my life)
I mean it, I spit it, this is just (my life)
The way I seen it and did it, and even though a lot of it's trife
I would never ever take back one day of (my life)

There are so many songs in me that won′t be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young